Ah, a nice day (even the weather was nice) filled with some of my favourite things – a bike ride into town for coffee and gossip (sorry, I meant an important literary planning meeting), with just enough time to stop and capture the waterfall in full spate (I was still the first one there as my fellow plotters were held up by roadworks, which was obviously annoying for them but rather satisfying for me).
And then on the way back, a chance to stop and forage (not as nice as the massacred wild raspberries on our road, but still pretty good and with the advantage of not having been sprayed by some sort of weedkiller)
And that reminded me we had cultivated raspberries of our own to pick for tonight’s pudding (at least those the blackbirds had left us).
A little light hassling of the coonsil by email and my day was complete.
This is exactly how you imagine your life will be when you down shift and move to the country. And occasionally it actually is.