In the holidays I went to Wells and ate a pizza. The little people came too. They do love to eat out.
I went to the allotment and opened the shed in the warm spring air.
I went for a walk.
Down to the river. You can see where the flooding was, there's a line of driftwood and rubbish that's been left behind.
We trod softly and carried big sticks.
I spotted these lovely allotments on our way back to the little town we started from. The sunshine had brought out plenty of plotholders. The site had a really good feel to it. Well cared for plots, neat grass paths and a nice convivial atmosphere.
We wandered back into the town, Berkeley and up the high street, admiring some of the lovely houses.
The next day I went and looked at some pretty pink birds.
I walked under trees with the little people and felt happy.
I went to the seaside on a bank holiday. So did lots of other people. It felt like a summer's day.
I watched a donkey taking a little girl for a ride. He got halfway across and stopped dead. Just wouldn't move. Then he laid down. Then he flicked the little girl off in a very neat move. Then he got up and ate some grass. It was a long time before he could be persuaded to move.
No children or animals were harmed. In the end he went back to his stablemates. But only on his terms. He'd proved his point.
Today all is quiet and a little lonely. They leave a big quiet gap when they're not here. I used to like quiet. Now, not so much.
I hope all of you who had a break had happy tales of news as well. Until next time.