Well. Craftsy is gone (I’ve got a considerable amount invested there, both knitting and cookery); Alasdair Post-Quinn has lost everything in a fire (himself and family OK, at least); and the leaderless United States is tearing itself apart. And that’s before we even get started on the coronavirus. I don’t mean to compare or diminish any one of these things, by listing them like this.

I’ve had a good day. My personal trainer is back, to my considerable benefit. As long as the weather holds, we can have our sessions in the gardens as we did this morning. The weather so far continues wonderful, but rain is forecast – much needed.

I’ve decided to plunge ahead with a first attempt at sourdough tomorrow. I took my starter out of the refrigerator this morning, let it warm up a bit, and fed it. It bubbled nicely. I’ll feed it again before bedtime.

And I even did a bit of knitting.

There's the picture. No problem today. The Harlot was grumbling the other day about not finding anything in her stash that suggested daffodils and forsythia.

Comments

I am uneasy about gooseberries. One of our specimen trees in Kirkmichael is a pinus nigra which has been suffering badly in recent years from something-or-other. Another is the pinus sylvestris, the Scots pine, which so far is fine.

Jeanfromcornwall – yes! The whole point of “My Friend Flicka” is that the hero is the younger son, and his brother does everything right and gets good marks at school. Somehow or other the younger brother’s relationship with Flicka (a horse) strengthens his character. In the movie, the brother was GONE, replaced by a totally pointless little sister.