Lakeland Dipper

The moment I thought...shall I, or shan’t I ...

... after the trillionth trip to Oxfam with books.
The road had a road closed sign up but I went anyway and it was fine although trees had fallen.
I had a chat with the chaps, and gave them a bit of a talking to for leaving so much to sort out and rather wishing they’d come and help out. I imagine they are having a whale of a time with some good and very long conversations, sharing a mutual love of history, politics and poetry, literature and a very large dollop of left wing socialist fury.

I went on through to Kendal to look at some carpet roll ends and then came back over the A6 which I’ve barely done since it was my regular commute. I miss it’s wildness (although not the winter stress).
My friend called round after work with a rather lovely bottle of port and I’m now awaiting a VIP. I’ve even put the electric blanket on her bed.