The trouble with not blogging is I end up with so much to write about I can’t choose.
So tonight I shall let some pictures do most of the talking.
Maybe we shall have snow in a few weeks; maybe there will be frosts; but for the moment spring is in the air.
Today I had a Mole moment. Remember his “hang spring cleaning” and how it led to his adventures with Ratty, Toad and Badger? Well, it wasn’t quite like that.
I was loitering in the garden justifying being outside in the sunshine instead of inside working by chaperoning MasterB who was being targetted by a visiting intact male cat. Celia walked by with her husband and a friend.
They were going to walk down to Peckham via Burgess Park. Might I join them? I hesitated a full three seconds, and agreed.
They went on while I encouraged MasterB inside; debated whether I needed a coat; elected to take just my little Olympus rather than the bigger Lumix; and had a brief conversation with another neighbour.
I hurried to catch them up, striding down the road and cutting through to the Aylesbury Estate where the squatters were forcibly evicted earlier in the week. At last people seem to be protesting against the developments of luxury homes on sites of social housing.
Burgess Park was quietly humming with runners, dog walkers and birds. I caught up with Celia and the others just beyond the Bridge to Nowhere. Once we turned off to walk the old canal route to Peckham there were plenty of cyclists. I rather wished I had my bike.
Once close to our respective homes the day’s chores sent us our separate ways; to the shop, the dry cleaner’s, the doctor’s surgery.
It felt like we had played truant for a couple of hours from our responsible adult lives, and for one, I was very lazy about my work for the rest of the day. It’s been great.