The leg

Another bright, mostly sunny day. After some garden tidying and seed sowing, a walk around Hoxa Head.

Bizarrely I received a call from work while in this remote spot. I sheltered out of the wind by a concrete ruin while my line manager read a 'statement to all employees'. It was a solemn phone call but he said he was pleased I was getting out for some fresh air. We certainly have that in abundance and so many places to walk where there is little chance of seeing a soul. We're very lucky.

I find the war time remains rather grim - depressing and oppressive. I'm not keen to go in them, but made an exception to take a photo of this 'leg' because it made me smile.