I've been feeling low and rather fragile. I'm putting it down to the January blues. They were bound to hit some time or other.
I've also done something to my back which isn't helping things. My fault for helping to move a piece of rather heavy furniture.
The garden, like the weather, is looking grey and gloomy although there are some little, precious shoots appearing here and there - precursors of the season just around the corner.
I haven't been feeling very much like writing anything on here or elsewhere for that matter but I have been reading your blogs and commenting on your posts where I can. I have been reading a lot immersing myself in the novels of Mapp and Lucia by E F Benson and in contrast the Roger the Chapman Medieval mystery novels, set in the 15th century, by Kate Sedley. I have been watching a little television and have been enjoying the return of Spiral on Saturdays, Foyle's War on Sundays plus Broadchurch, Last Tango in Halifax and Silent Witness.
The photos on here bear no relation to the words, they are just photos I've taken recently. We went for a walk along the Monsal Trail on Friday (which I needed to do for the exercise but it did aggravate my back) and a short walk around Trentham lake this morning - the days in between I haven't left the house.
I'll still be around but not as much as usual. Take care everyone.