Seasonal

Today I walked for at least 3 miles with Minnie, both wearing coats in view of the cold grey drizzle. I only used my stick for the last 100 yards. Thanks are due to friend R for accompanying me at a snail's pace when she, a vigorous rambler, really wanted to stride out purposefully. Otterspool was eerily quiet, with not a sound from the still river, no birdsong and few people around; it felt like something was waiting to happen, and something not good at that. I thought it was just me being hypersensitive and weird after a bad night dreaming of hospital nastiness, but R felt it too, and Minnie stayed very close and kept looking at me for reassurance.

Once home I had nothing much to present on here, so have made up a seasonal image of a lone blossom I picked up, on a twirled background of a pile of seasonal raw vegetables on R's kitchen table. Not that you'd guess that of course. Now I'm going to "vege" out, as I'm absolutely buggered exhausted.