Friday 13.3.2020

High grey cloud, air cool but completely still, encouraging the intake of great lungfuls of the stuff which seemed a particularly positive thing to be able to do in the light of the impending cataclysm.

Two lapwings cavorted in a field as we walked up the road, a lovely sight and sound but a sad reminder of the flocks of them we used to see 30 odd years ago.

Anyway, we strode into the woods which were eerily quiet, even the birdsong seemed muted though the woodpecker is back and was making his presence felt. The clouds began to shift a little and a weak sun came struggling through as we turned for home, looking forward to a virus-bashing lunch. Roasted garlic soup anyone?