After this morning's family video chat I pottered in the garden while Tess was doing some housework before we set off for a late morning walk on Street Hill. We took a slight detour at the top and turned right on the footpath to Walton Hill, which has fine views in all directions.

I took lots of shots of the views but rather liked this one of Tess sitting on the stone bench.

We had a quiet afternoon with a few more domestic jobs.

With it being Shakespeare's birthday in a couple of days, the Chair of the Friends of Street Library has been sharing a Shakespeare sonnet with us each day this week.

Today's seemed to fit the photo - or vice versa!

Sonnet 25


Let those who are in favour with their stars

Of public honour and proud titles boast,

Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars

Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.

Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread

But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,

And in themselves their pride lies buried,

For at a frown they in their glory die.

The painful warrior famoused for fight,

After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,

And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:

Then happy I, that love and am beloved,

Where I may not remove nor be removed.