Not Spring

There were no signs of Spring on my run this morning: only grey skies, bare trees and mud for miles. It wasn’t all bad though. I watched a woodpecker peck for a bit, stood and listened to some pheasants and then watched a single rower swish gracefully past on the river. A good run for the soul.

Sunday lunch at the local with sakalasafari and Grace followed by an afternoon of watching Years and Years. What seemed like dystopia the first time of watching it now just feels like reality.

The three of us met up again later for drinks at Phil & Gilly’s to celebrate his 70th. A disappointing time to be having a dry month.