A line made walking

There may be a few of these being made during this time.

We have an arrangement.
I dig until a moment of panic strikes (usually after a few minutes) and I think I might never be able to stand upright again. I stop for a coffee and then go for a walk and leave the blackbirds to it.
It seems to work.
Today’s digging came after a brief spell of random acts of dusting and tidying the kitchen table that seems to effortlessly repopulate itself faster than Easter bunnies with an array of assorted stuff in the most remarkable way.
I walked along old byways of this parish to an ancient oak’s view of Ullswater (extras) - only saw one person and dog.