Ostern

Good Friday is taken very seriously in these parts. Easter is more important than Christmas.

Nothing moves. Everything is shut. Everything is quiet.

I'm used to it in a sense. It's like a normal Sunday here, but a wee bit more so.

Today the trouble was the weather. Wet. In dry weather I could have gone out cycling or walking. So, enforced inactivity.

My main achievement seems to have been to choose a good wine for the evening. A red Veronese. Light in body. Strong on flavour.

Saturday will be a normal Saturday. Then we have another Sunday. Then another Sunday on Monday.