Looking up

The queues of panic buyers for petrol continue. 
We drove up to Abbey House and walked Fletch through the woods. It was steady drizzle but not too bad under the dense canopy of leaves. 

On the way home we went past the Shell garage which had cones across all the pumps. Cleaned out by panic buying. I find this so depressing. The fact that there really wasnt any  need for all this makes me quite angry. There wasnt a shortage  now because of so  any people over reacting to half information, the petrol stations are empty.

Did some knitting and a few basic house work jobs , then it was time to take Fletch out for his teatime walk. 
The rain  had stopped and we had a quiet walk along side the dock. It's so peaceful.. just what I needed.