Remote Fika

A friend called round in the afternoon with a Fika offering. She wasn’t stopping though as she was on her way back from tennis. So I got out my Turkish tea glass and pretended I was on an Istanbul rooftop tea shop with my baklava and black tea. Earlier I went for a run in the park and happened to be crossing the river bridge at the same time as a steam train coming by - see extra. The Wensleydale locks are gradually subsiding their invasion of my house.