I went for my walk with a sense of anticipation at what wonders I might come across today, Good Friday. The sun is still shining, the sea is a sparkly undulating strip pinned under the sky, and up on West Hill Rd the bluebells and other little gems of varying shades, shape and size hang lazily about on banks. No social distancing here!
I wanted to give my 99 year old landlady, who lives underneath me, some flowers for Easter, so, a little guiltily at first, I picked samples of these treasures, being careful not to take more than one or two from each clump. Her delight when I presented them to her was well worth it.
