TWENTY EIGHT

Thursday

Middle child is 28 today. I'd love to be with her today but with lockdown, the funeral and Henry's visit, I have seen lots more of her than I ordinarily would.

She's been the subject of a good supply of photos over the years.

A much cooler day. After my morning walk, I made figs in custard with the homegrown figs Rosemary gave me. I wanted to eat them straight away but have so far resisted.

We still need rain. Hardly any last night.