A sunny day.

Wake at twenty past six to a beautiful sunny summer's morning and then breakfast on rye toast with honey and strong, black, Italian coffee. My catarrh is slightly better but I will give it another day before risking a swim. Shower, dress and drive to Cherry for twenty past eight and then ferry Louis to St. Mary's. Then take the dogs on the Westwood, which has dried out a little after a days sunshine. We see Jan Morrison and her little dachshund, Toffee, in the meadow in Newbegin Pits and chat for a while, before making our way to Black Mill. The forecast is for another good day tomorrow and then wind and rain for the end of the week. When we get back to Cherry I mow the lawn and then drive back to Tickton, where I make a pot of tea and then knock up a batch of oaties. Whilst the oven is hot I put the roast potatoes and parsnips and roast beef into re-heat, and when they are done put the swede and carrot mash and cabbage in the microwave. The resultant lunch is good, but not as good as it was fresh on Saturday. After lunch, rest for an hour and then mow the lawns and weed the garden. This done I read some more of Vermes, before collecting Louis from Hector's House at five thirty and taking him back to Sarah's. On my way home call at the supermarket for more fruit and a French stick and when I get in make bread and cheese with spring onion for tea. The mature Amsterdam Gouda is spectacularly good. Later watch England beat Ukraine 1:0 on my iPad before going to bed.