Fallen tree

This tree crushed an iron fence along the Thames Path in a storm a few weeks ago. I walked over to the marina; it seemed like a good day to look at boats.

A lazy day as I was up in the night. I’m reading an old novel by Stella Gibbons. Had a good chat with Liz, who us recovering from Covid.

D played vigorous tennis and then kindly delivered my completed crafts to the refugee centre.