With some dark gloomy skies that made me wonder if I'd got up way, way too early I set off for my walk with trepidation this morning. If I hadn't missed yesterday morning because of the thunderstorm I think I might have stayed indoors. I had a really bad night but I was desperate to keep the momentum of the walk going. As it was I didn't get wet at all! The rain kindly held off until I was safely back indoors. Then, boy, did it came down! Today is a real contrast weathewise, it's very windy, much cooler and quite dull. But the respite from the heat is welcome.
My cliff top walk is now resplendent with restocked flower beds which should progress a treat in the coming weeks. I look forward to seeing them. But there's also lots of established trees and shrubs. Several of the oak trees have the most glorious shapes. But on the last little leg of my walk, which is still relatively new to me, there is the most gorgeous tree. I'm not sure but I think it's a yellow broom tree. I took a photo of it the other day because there were two, perfectly socially distanced, crows sitting in it.
My friend sent me some photos through today of her daughter in a hazmat suit cuddling the grandchildren, her daughter's nieces. I'm not sure if I approve or not. I feel though, since according to the government guidelines she should actually be self isolating, she should've at the very least stayed in quarantine for the minimum of a week before even attempting something like this. But am I a killjoy? Time will tell I guess. I think she still poses a risk to her mum if I'm absolutely honest but that's just my opinion and it's not my place to interfere, it's a delicate situation. And I am a natural worrier and not a very good risk taker.
I don't think I've got a great deal else to say today. I feel that that's somehow inevitable. But if I'm truthful I didn't think I'd keep this going as long as I have. There is a danger and I think I'm guilty of it already, of being monotonous and repetitive. After all in lockdown there is not going to be a great deal of variety. I think even my thinking doesn't vary that much!
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