The garden at my mum’s house

Having stayed the night with my son in Plymouth, I went back to my mums house, near Brixham, to meet the estate agent, who was going to measure up and take photos. I had a call that she wasn’t coming as she had that morning tested positive for Covid. In the end, the previous boss, now retired, came as a stand in. He was really helpful and very knowledgeable, I found myself trusting  him. 
The main is the first couple of open bluebells, growing against what I suppose is my wall, for a few weeks more. The extra is of the garden to the side, and a bit of the field beyond, in which hopefully you can see a huge patch of primroses. It all feels very odd.