Checked the garden seedlings this morning, only to find one of the trays had been scattered and shredded in the night, by a fox I assume. The local youths aren't that bad. We gathered up the shoots we could find and hastily reported them. Hopefully we'll have turnips in the autumn yet.
Lazy long weekend here. Bit of a break from screens, trying to reset the mind a bit and bring it back in line with the shoulders and the abdomen. Everything still strange, but the people I talk to seem to prefer it. Feeling oddly hopeful, perhaps. Are we allowed to?