Barter..., lockdown style

Swapped a friend 1/2 dozen eggs and some sourdough starter for a couple of bags of wild garlic and some coffee beans.

The dead drop (I’m informed that this is the correct jargon) was to be in the post box at the end of their drive. I took a bracing walk on the 4 mile round trip to the other side of the island, through hail and sunshine and bitter north wind to retrieve and deposit the aforementioned articles.

It all felt very furtive, especially as I had my hood up and was wearing dark glasses.