A stopped clock

is right twice a day!
I didn’t notice until after I’d taken the photo that the time was wrong. It was out by over 2 hours.
K and I had walked to the post office as K had a parcel to send to her friend in Fife. I waited by the church as there is more space there.
Mr H is now back in Manchester, he reckons that everyone is acting as if the pandemic is over as the roads were chock-a, even the motorway was on a go slow.