Rowan’s view

Ullswater
Astonishing how they do this.
Last night I spilled a mug of coffee on the rag rug in front of fire so this morning, after a bit of virtual well hunting in my Galloway square, I put the rug in the bath and did my barefoot washer woman thing. It knackered me ... who needs Joe Wicks. The day was slipping away so I went to my usual lockdown wandering spot but was exhausted before I’d walked a mile so I just started to mooch, meander and peregrinate looking at all the mosses and lichens until I felt I’d been out long enough to head back for a cup of tea and a dip into St.Aidan’s somewhat more impressive peregrinations, picking up some wild garlic on my way.