And in the pink corner

I squelched and slithered my way up through the woodland track to the carriage drive and out on to the moor. I have never known it so bad - a combination of the weather, the increased mountain bike activity and since Covid, more walkers. However I did 5 murky miles. (Mr C is still bothered with a pulled leg muscle so isn’t going out walking).

Cousin Duncan is concerned about his wife. She went private for an angiogram as she was getting nowhere with her local NHS. It showed 75% of her main artery is blocked and she needs an urgent by-pass but so do too many others.

The blip is a bust #3 daughter made of herself for GCSE art about 30 years ago. - it seems no time at all. Beside it is the bowl of hyacinths Ailie gave me for Xmas.