A misty Sunday

The forecast said it would clear late afternoon, but no such luck. A cold mist lingered all day. It blew about a bit in the afternoon, but the sun never broke through.

A pleasant Sunday,  none the less. A morning of laundry and an afternoon of gardening.

I've been watching some sessions from the Hay Festival - online again. Enjoyable, but it's bringing back such vivid memories of how it felt to be in Lockdown last year. It's harder to find time to listen to all I'd like to this year. Last year it was such a strange feeling to have days empty of work and no social commitments. A lecture, booked ahead, was actually something to write in an otherwise empty diary.