Poppies

These have grown wild at the edge of the veg plot so I persuaded Mr C to leave them alone as they are such a lovely colour, a deep rich blueish red. I blipped them on my way down through the steep terraces from the back gage, returning from my walk.

I went out after breakfast as it was forecast scrocchio. I had 3 encounters on the carriage drive.
1 - 3 young people walking together who went into single file when they saw be coming. I thanked them for their consideration.
2 - a young man with a middle-aged one, walking one on each side of the track. They made no effort to move so I said “I’m a vulnerable person so I’ll just clamber into the undergrowth to keep at a distance”. “Oh thanks” they said.
3- having learned that sarcasm didn’t work, when I met 2 more men, again strung out across the track, I asked politely if you would move one behind the other and walk in line so that I could safely pass they told me they didn’t need to, as the rule was 1 metre now. ( It isn’t yet And anyway that’s just coming in so that businesses can get opened up).

It was boiling when I got back to find friend Dennis of the quadruple bypass had called to tell us he’s been diagnosed with bowel cancer. He has his pre-op assessment tomorrow and after more tests, has to self-isolate for 14 days before an operation on 17 July. He’s very positive but it’s such bad luck after only just getting the all clear from his heart consultant.