The cows are in the meadow

If the original nursery rhyme does have links to the Plague, then I guess it's appropriate to use it here.

It has been a blustery, changeable day today. Showers and sunshine have alternated but the sunshine has been fairly elusive.

I managed a walk this afternoon and delivered a card to Pat, whose husband Graham died recently. We were able to attend his funeral online. It was very moving and we wanted Pat to know we had been there. She came out and chatted, still shell shocked, but getting on with things. They were married for 54 years.

Near to her part of the village there is a small field, surrounded by houses and the village school. You can see the school at the back of my image. I had not seen these cows before. They are attractive and cuddly looking.

Arth did well until after I'd cooked our meal, when he needed paracetamol and an ice pack. A night's sleep should sort us out.

I have been watching the march to Washington and hoping that it will galvanise Americans to vote. If the Democrats get their team into the White House, they need some good solid plans for the future administration. Too much rhetoric and not enough substance for me at the moment, but perhaps I'm impatient for change.

I'm certainly impatient for change here.