In the time of the virus: day 42

Today being the first Sunday of the month, we had a date with Frome Market.  Malcolm baked the customary cinnamon buns, and put together yet another lockdown photo show.  He also had a new Frome Market video (from August 2018), which you can watch here if you like.  It captures the feel of the market very well.

We enjoyed ourselves.

Tomorrow would have been our train journey to Scotland, for 6 days walking the coast of Arran followed by almost a week visiting nearby Isla.  Obviously we can’t go now, so instead we’ve mapped out a series of day walks to roughly match the daily walks – it works out to about 8 miles a day.  All the walks will be circular walks from home, and we will take with us flasks and something to eat.  I think cinnamon buns may feature.  Also the second batch of almond biscuits I baked.   (That’s the last of the out-of-date ground almonds all used up).  The walks will be less demanding and shorter than those we would have been doing, but treats need no excuse.

I thought I would be gardening all day today, but somehow I got sidetracked and ended up having a very satisfying day sorting out, cleaning and tidying the room I use for sewing, ironing and mending.  Along the way I liberated some fabric from something youngest son had made but no longer wanted, and identified some acceptable fabric for a gift for someone else.  I also mended a heap of clothes that had more than done their time waiting for the moment to arrive.

I planned to write about this today.

But I ran out of time and energy, so it will have to wait till another day.  Sometimes it’s best to just go with the flow.

I hope you are well and enjoyed your weekend.  Stay well, and I’ll see you again tomorrow xxxx


About deborah @ the magic jug

Now I've passed 60 I'm still doing all sorts of things I haven't done before, as well as carrying on with the things I already love. I live a happy life with my long term love Malcolm. In my blog I explore local and low tech ideas, food, growing, making, reading, thinking, walking, and lots of other words ending in 'ing'.
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