In the immortal words of Blue Peter, here's one I prepared earlier. You probably need to be in your forties at least but they said it so frequently....my back is a little tweaky so the distraction of writing is needed.
On Sunday I went back to the walk around Ludwell Valley - what a difference a month makes. Last time was two layers, a fleece and jacket, hat and decidedly shivery brrrr. Now there was that sticky pre stormy heat, very close and still and I was hot in linen trousers and my burglar Bill stripe T shirt. Avoiding people on a Sunday meant a lunch time walk and the fields were a transformed carpet of buttercups, glossy and glorious. Drifts of cherry blossom confetti and swathes of what google tells me are speedwell - as well as stands of bluebells in the wooded bits. Wild flowers are not my speciality - having had to type "common British blue wildflowers"!
Families are picknicking on the grass and benches, I can hear kids playing football - it feels so very normal. But "new normal" as we walk two metres apart, stepping off paths.
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