Mell Fell

Morning spent listing the boxes of books under the stairs.
A quick trip to Flusco,.
A brief walk part way up Mell Fell thinking the ponies were hiding. When the wind and stinging sharp showers started I retreated to the woods and found they’d beaten me to it.
I called in the post office in the village on my way back to post presents to Switzerland for Sofia’s birthday - much more expensive post Brexit and there has been a significant feeling of girding before the onslaught in there when I’ve been in this week ... I suspect I won’t be calling in so much : (
More book listing, sowed some more sweet peas and some Galloway square searching.
Tired out.