Hips, haws and bittersweet

On my lunchtime walk I noticed how very many berries, hips and haws there are this year.  And the blackberries!  V went up to London for his flu jab and to do some laundry in our far distant washing machine. The purchasing of the new house continues in its usual stressful way.  Cool mornings and evenings but the days have warmth and I did some slightly tricky calls pacing around the garden which reminded me of spring lockdown.  The whole industry, like so many others is tipped on its head this year but as I keep saying and said in an interview yesterday, at least the audience are still there, increasingly as the evenings draw in.  Gives me hope.