Tales from Lock Down Cottage.

Day 2,879. 

Murdo got stuck in, sorting out the beds for all our burgeoning plantlings. Mrs FP looked on. Anyway, a glorious day, the dug and I escaped under the wire and went for a walk. The place is heaving! Bloody walkers. cyclists, joggers, dog walkers, jugglers, unicyclists, tarot card readers...so much for a lock down. The lanes and woods have never been busier! I suspect the next panic buy for those on lock down will be sun screen.

Anyway, glorious day. Returned to find our neighbours had left us an emergency portion of chocolate cake at our front door. 

Does chocolate cake and a sherry late afternoon go together? Having an enquiring mind I just had to find out.