It’s Sunday. The first Sunday of the month, when we always go to Frome Market. So that’s what we did this morning – virtually, of course.
Over the years Malcolm has taken many photos, made video clips, made recordings. They more than earned their keep this morning – he did us proud. We had our customary coffee and cinnamon buns (Malcolm’s first go at baking these a great success), sitting chatting and knitting (me) alongside a rolling selection of Frome Market photos (featuring dogs, hats, and gorgeous colours). 
Below is a small selection of Malcolm’s photos, plus a link to his short film from December 2019 (including a lovely local choir – tell me if you know who they are and I’ll credit them). Together they’ll give you a great sense of what the real event is like, and why we always enjoy it so much.
It’s a very steep hill – the shop is level, the street is not
We enjoyed it so much, we’re planning on going to the seaside one weekend soon (when the weather’s good), and maybe even a quick day trip to Delft (think apple cake….). [All virtual of course].
Today was such was a lovely day, mainly because we’re fortunate enough to have a garden. I sat outside for most of the afternoon, with my crochet and a radio play, my tea, and pottering around doing some tidying and pruning, and generally enjoy the sunshine.
I really feel for those who don’t have such luxury. It’s all very well to castigate people for spending too long outdoors, but the people remonstrating with others are generally those lucky enough to have their own private outdoor space. It’s quite a different proposition if you’re cooped up in a small space, maybe with children to occupy, without a garden. Of course we all need to take care to keep our distance and behave responsibly. But let’s have some thought for the real lives of so many people who are already finding life close to impossible, and for whom venturing outside is without exaggeration a life-saver.
…and at home too
the magic jug 