In the time of the virus: mark 2 day 22 (Saturday)

And another weekend has rolled around. Our last one in (this) lockdown, though the differences between lockdown and what comes next will be slight. Especially for those of us who are disinclined to do whatever we’re ‘allowed’ to do, and will instead continue to do mostly what we need to do (and only what feels safe).

There’s a reason this bus stop poster caught my eye. A certain irony captured there. Completely separately, Malcolm snapped it for exactly the same reason.

Despite the foggy start, we went ahead with our planned outdoor coffee meet-up with an older family member. Nice to catch up, and good for them to have something to get out of the house for. For us, combined with our usual shopping at the Farmers’ Market and in town and a pleasant walk. Lovely to bump into an old friend and catch up on lots of family news, all of it positive.

After that, a lazy day with a bit of cooking, plenty of knitting, and a drive over to the farm to stock up on milk. A walk part-way up to Kelston Roundhill. Yoghurt made for the next 10 days or so. Another cotton dishcloth started, building up more stock to sell as fundraiser for Bath City Farm.

Clumps of mistletoe

Another retro-inspired cotton dishcloth on the needles