Sunday

We had a wonderful walk this morning. Not quite the one we planned because a new row of houses are being built on the outskirts of Rowde and we couldn't continue our planned route. We didn't want to back track so we traipsed across fields that we haven't navigated since last year.

We got very warm and I regretted having put a light coat on.

Soon after getting home, Trevor turned up so we entertained him with tea and chat. He always wants a hug which I find unnecessary. He hugged me on Friday. I just go with it and roll my eyes at Clive. Clive doesn't hug his wife.

This afternoon has been spent processing yellow courgettes and apples. There's an abundance of both.