The family departed mid-way through yesterday evening, leaving the house feeling unnaturally quiet. I slept a little better for being back in my own bed – and on the good drugs – but woke this morning still in a lot of pain, and breathing quite shallowly. But I had a sense that the half-circuit of the village that was all I managed to do yesterday had helped a little, so once we’d tidied the house (within reason), and I’d put through a couple of washer loads of sheets and towels, we went for a walk. Today I made it all the way round the main lump, and I think I was walking a little faster, though I stopped quite often to take a few photos and get my breath back.
In a village where almost everyone seems to embrace outdoor Christmas decorations with great enthusiasm, this is my absolutely favourite wreath, hanging on the old barn doors of a converted dairy. I find the cool tones very restful.
R: L2, C3, D9.
