sunny day

rowan leaves against an evening sky.

A glorious day again weather wise, thank goodness. But I'd had a night of pain and wasn't up to much. I tried pottering in the tunnel but eventually had to concede that resting does mean sitting down and not doing anything.
I lay in a deck chair with an ice pack on the offending tendon for most of the day, ploughing my way for the third time through my Terry Pratchett collection, and hoping that one weekend of rest will be enough....