I've dithered and procrastinated before trying to get this post up and running but there's nothing springing to mind about what to say. I'm sure inspiration will strike later and I'll exclaim that
obviously I should have talked about so and so but for the moment my mind is steeped in fog, not unlike the garden from my window this morning. The lockdown to-do list is calling and there's lots to get stuck into, almost certainly to be irritatingly punctuated by work cropping up that can only be half-tended to.
Photographs from a week or two ago on another fairly grey and miserable day (there seem to be plenty of those around lately).
Take care,
Sophie
