Spring is here, spring is here ...

Life is not, I admit, skittles and beer. But yesterday we ate the strawberries that the greengrocer had brought us, and this evening we ate their asparagus (with a roast chicken and a bottle of French sauvignon blanc which H. had given us).

In between those two seasonal firsts, this afternoon we went out for a walk: yes, both of us. durham_rambler, being over 70, is cautious about leaving the house, but he accompanied me on a stroll as far as the allotments:

where a number of people were hard at work, each in their own allotment.