Windblown

Another day in between Christmas and New Year when we are not sure what day it actually is.  We did make some progress with the jigsaw this morning – well TT mostly did.  I am going to leave him to get on with it.  I read my book, but I am not making much progress with it.  I did eventually pop out to the Post Office and as it was such a lovely morning I went for a  wander around by the river.   My cough seems to have abated and I am not blowing my nose as much as I was – so there is some progress on that front.
 
After lunch TT and I headed out for a walk.   It turned out to  be the longest, most strenuous, and muddiest walk we have done since covid and cold bugs struck.  I felt done in afterwards, but was pleased we had done it  Pleased apart from the close encounter with cows, which were in a field which has never ever had cows in it.  It did explain why the track was so churned up and was in a real state.  I will not be walking that route for a while, until the cows are moved.
 
We had the last of the Christmas leftovers for tea tonight.  BB then departed for a  birthday party.  TT and I took up residence on the sofa and watched Knives Out.  I then struggled to stay awake until BB reappeared in the wee small hours.
 
These windblown trees are on top of the hill, and are very exposed.