Talking Dreams

Only the four of us for Sunday lunch - sad in a way, but peaceful - had a half-price duck from Waitrose and it was delicious.

Walked on my own - husband and son both not well - coughing away. Again, not as fun, but more thinking time - only 3 degrees, and no colour in the dusk - till I got to this bridge. And then he came striding along the other bank and jumped the stream, so walked back talking dreams...

Now, church again, and the Kings Arms - our community.