Forest paddling

In the earlier days of lockdown I used run up and down this avenue of trees imagining I was swimming, my version of forest bathing. Several months on it still looks beautiful differently, it now feels much more like paddling in the shallows rather than a deep immersion.
Not sure where the day has gone, again. More Victoria Wood, a swimming pool swim, very quiet at 6pm, and roast chicken for supper. Now feeling pleasantly sleepy hoping I can stay awake for the new BBC4 Danish noir.