I walked in through the front door to hear my wife’s cheery greeting. A bit of sunshine always lifts the spirits.
After my customary cup of tea, I settled into my bedroom not 3 feet away from John Buchan’s omnibus edition.
“Let’s go for a walk”.
Having walked until I’m fit to drop all around the spectacular South West I’m always the first to resist a walk around our local lanes.
I’ve done them a thousand times before! I just love a fresh challenge, or a change of scenery, but a trudge around the lanes? Err, “Of course dear!”
Lets be frank, it’s taken me far too long to realise it means a lot to Roz. My walk home had been chilly, but somehow I felt quite comfortable without a coat “walking the lanes”.
Was it worth it?
Afterwards we nipped into Exeter and paid our umpteenth visit to Pizza Express.
Funny that, I never grow tired of heading there.
P.S. It turns out the blue flower is “Veronica”.