Bright Friday

While people fought to purchase cut-price TVs and coffee-machines,  were injured in shopfloor scuffles, arrested for assault, jammed in supermarket car parks and ended up with 'bargains' they never even wanted, Casey and I spent the fine, mild afternoon rambling in sunny woods and fields. Birds were singing, berries glowing, hazel catkins  readying themselves for spring. I saw a primrose and a butterfly, the sun gleaming through the trees and on the way home picked a hatful of blewitt fungi for a later risotto.  Not surprisingly, I felt somewhat smug.