It’s freezing cold in Southrepps this morning. The roads are white with frost, and the entire village is shrouded in mist (and remains so all day). I finally get around to ordering some more logs (there’s less than a week’s worth stashed in the garden), so we can expect delivery this weekend. I spend some time sorting out our log storage area so that there’s room for the new logs, and fill the log basket for this evening.
I take our neighbour her birthday card and bottle of bubbly (she was out for the day yesterday), drink tea and have a bit of a chin wag, and then we take the dogs for a walk in the mist (you can’t see from one side of the field to the other). The pain in my legs and back has receded a great deal, so I’m feeling a bit more flexible than of late.