Under another English heaven

Down by the banks of the Severn. Just to be clear, this shot was twk engaging inland. I'll.put an estuary shot in extras. The tide was low, which is why it looks so unusual. 

We went because the weather was still sunny and we hadn't eaten our picnic from yesterday. (I did make fresh sandwiches, though!) I hadn't been there since Steve's 70th birthday party, almost five years ago, when he'd just had his hip replacement, and no one had an inkling of the pandemic to come though theee was some type of flu in Asia. We talked about what it's like to be five years older I don't feel physically older in myself, but the effects of the pandemic, the cost of living crisis, the war in Ukraine, the strain on the NHS, has affected many people psychologically. Personally, I feel I am looking over my shoulder more often, waiting for the next awful thing to happen. And yet, we are alive, and everyone who was at that  birthday gathering is still alive bar one, who died recently. And the sun still shines, and the river, Sabrina, keeps on flowing. 

In other news, GG came round and we ate strawberries in the garden. I made another batch of granola and stewed more rhubarb. Steve cooked dinner this evening, and it was tofu. 

I watched all the episodes of The Other Mrs Jordan on ITV. I don't know if you've seen it, but I'm some ways my father was an earlier version of William Jordan, operating across several continents from the 1950s to 2000. He died in 2001, I don't think money was his primary motivator, but deception was definitely part of the game.