My wife is working all weekend (again), so I spend the morning catching up on the news (reading The Metro online), walking the dog, and responding to comments on social media. There’s a knock on the door around lunchtime, and it’s my neighbour, asking me if I’d like to join him for a classical guitar recital up at Saint James’ Church – it’s Southrepps Classical Music Festival this week. Classical music isn’t really my thing, but I do enjoy a well played guitar and it seemed churlish to refuse his kind offer, so I strolled up the road to the church with him. The guitarist was extremely adept, but the choice of music was pretty obscure (to my ears, at least) and it really wasn’t my thing. Still, it passed away an hour or so…
I wander down to our allotment when I take the dog for her afternoon walk. The recent rainfall has had a quite dramatic effect, and there is a whole load of produce awaiting harvest, so I pick some kale, spinach, runner beans, French beans and a handful of raspberries.
My wife calls to say that we have been invited to dinner by her youngest son and his wife, so I jump in my car and drive over to Hevingham (via Tesco in Aylsham for some beer, nibbles and a dessert).