A crisp, a fire and a van.

I’d like a crisp.

Maybe a handful.

But, I don’t have any.

It’s still early enough to walk or cycle to the village, but it’s Monday.

They don’t open the shop on Monday.

The day of rest.

I could drive to the town, but for a packet of crisps?

Hardly a justifiable carbon footprint there.

So, I’ll just drink this wine unaccompanied by anything except the sun-fall, the birdsong and the soft stillness of the last day of March.

It has been a perfect day.

I’m glad I spent it with….

My three cats, my wife and a tortoise.

The tortoise spent a lot of the day sunbathing under a daisy.

My wife in the shade under a parasol.

Myself in the forest, cutting and clearing.

I lit a fire.

It’s still glowing.

Tonight I will carry some of the hot ash to the fireplace in the inside outside room and start a fire there.

I will fall asleep in the van, the first time of the year.

I spent part of the day removing the spiders.

One of the cats will join me.