Feels like Malaysia

No, this is not our accommodation for the week but the barn across from the house that looks to have been used for lambing judging by the amount of fleece lying about.

It was an incredibly humid day after a night and morning of rain. The Merry Widows decided against putting feet out of the door until the drizzle ceased.
We went our separate ways eventually and I gravitated to Embleton via the golf course and the long slog up the hill to buy a paper at the only shop. The walk home felt as if I were back in Malaysia when every step was a chore in the damp heat. The cows in a field by the path enjoyed their chat with me especially the one in the extra who agreed to be blipped.

Another walk in the afternoon along a track through woods gave enough brownie points to allow a glass of wine outside on the patio. There was a glimpse of sun and we dared to hope, but it disappeared too quickly and when the grass cutter appeared to mow the grass, we retreated back inside.

Home cooking tonight, but not my turn.