Down the road, afternoon.

It's chilly, the weather's been atrocious, Molly is recovering from a bad back, but we are happy to take the gentlest of turns and sniff the air and the grass.

Down the road, evening.

Again and again this relief, gratitude, disbelief nearly, that we can once more walk in daylight at six o'clock. I can see why, perhaps, they raised stones to ensure it.