Half past six

One thing after another meant that I didn't get out for the planned walk until it was getting dark. I made the usual circuit of the village, with a detour down Duck Street where the tanker and pump extracting water from the brimming Nailbourne showed no sign of stopping for the day. It's still novel to have a phone which can both receive and make calls without having to go outside in search of a signal and take passable photos even when it's almost dark.