Gently Occupied

Like the majority of people, we are keeping ourselves occupied; quietly and gently so.  Paul finds it's fairly easy to chill-out and can immerse himself in a crossword puzzle or doze placidly in the April sun, but at the moment I appear to have a suffice of nervous energy - although to be honest, this might be a degree of anxiety and low-level hysteria.  

Therefore now being out of the strictly enforced two weeks' of isolation I have ventured out twice - once to the local Co-op (on Saturday) and yesterday to Cleeve Hill where I met a good friend for a walk at the prescribed 2 metre distance from each other - and anyone else out walking dogs or jogging. Naturally we spent a good hour huffing and puffing up and down the hill, whilst putting the world to rights!

I came home to find Paul sanding-down the outside door (we only have one), which he then painted with a rich brown stain.  We have owned the house for about twelve years and this is the first time it has been done!  (Ahem).

I spent most of the day re-potting seedlings and planting out those more established vegetables - specifically the purple sprouting broccoli.

I also sowed sweet red peppers, chilli peppers, leeks, and for succession planting, more peas, dwarf French beans, runners, tomatoes and so on and so forth.

However, it does seem that we are in danger of becoming a bit obsessive - forget pampered pooches, we have mollycoddled cauliflowers!!  Paul created a wind-break for those in the raised-bed who were being agitated and harassed by a brisk  breeze on Sunday!?

View from Cleeve Hill across to the Malverns