Lockdown again - There’s worse places to be

There’s worse places to be in lockdown and we know how lucky we are to live where we do on top of a hill on the edge of the moorland.

The first thing we come to within a minute of leaving our gate is the first of two ponds.  The fish come swimming over to see if you’ve brought them anything to eat.  They are whoppers.  There’s carp and tench (so I’ve been told). I can see why Bob Mortimer and Paul Whitehouse get so excited on their telly programme ‘Gone Fishing’,  I get quite giddy when I see them popping their heads up looking for food.

Next up we get to see the horses that board in the stables at the top of our lane.

Although we’ve missed the blackberries and beautiful purple heather we now get to see the stunning colours of autumn.

Once back home we worked out shopping lists for Aldi.  We are planning a big dry goods shop that will last us hopefully two to three months.  We will go in the van armed with a list each so we can double up on everything without getting shouted at for panic buying.  Top and bottom of it is that after Philip’s bout of sepsis & pneumonia and him being in the vulnerable category of 70+ we are planning on going out a lot less over the next few months.

We will carry on buying our fresh produce at our little local outside market.  It’s our Wednesday outing when we get to have a chat and a chuckle with the traders.

So as the winter woollies come out you’ll be sure to find us roaming the moors or pounding the country lanes to get our daily exercise until things settle down again.  

Now keep your fingers crossed that my 17 year VW Beetle ‘Frida’ passes her MOT today.

Well that’s me done here now, I’m off into the kitchen, I’ve got a date with Jamie Oliver’s 5 ingredients book and his flaky pastry fish pie.

Have a good week and stay safe folk.

Waving at you from the top of our hill

Lynn

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