Prisoners get to trudge in circles around the exercise yard but I was permitted to steer Clint to the village of Pleasley near Mansfield. There I took another walk. Eight miles or so. Sadly, Mr Sunshine did not keep his promise. Those pesky weather people said he would illuminate the landscape all afternoon but he remained bashful which meant that many of my pictures were drained of colour.
Still. I got some much needed exercise before returning to serve the remainder of my painting sentence.
Near the war memorial in Pleasley Vale, I conversed with a vicar in full church costume. She was holding a bible close to her chest. I guess she believes in that kind of thing. She was there with a small group of bandsmen to film a service for Remembrance Sunday. Our new, harsher COVID-19 restrictions mean that many Remembrance Day services will not happen this year. This vicar planned to put her church's service on Facebook for her parishioners to watch on Sunday. Lest We Forget.
South of Shirebrook, an ignorant and anti-social sub-human had dumped an old fridge freezer on a pleasant bridleway that winds acrross farmland. We call this behaviour fly-tipping. A lot of it seems to happen in that particular neck of the woods. It makes my blood boil.
Ah well, back to the room makeover in the morning. As I complete this blogpost, the people who live in our television are telling me it is more and more likely that Joe Biden is going to win the U.S. Presidency! Maybe there is a God after all...
Derbyshire countryside west of Forge Lane
from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/2JGvo7r
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