A hard frost

After a session of online yoga, I drove to the next village and walked the old road from Corneilla to Fillols. The frost had only disappeared in the sunshine but, cold though it was, there was not a cloud in the sky and I met no-one all the way. I sat in the village square and had a sandwich and chicken soup from my new Thermos before returning by the same route. I finished my book in the afternoon and had a chat with a friend in Sheffield who used to be our neighbour here. I feel very grateful that we still have freedoms here although I imagine a lockdown will come again if community transmission of the new variant takes off.