Wales, like Seattle, is well known for its somewhat wet climate. It has rained heavily every day here for the past ten days or so, and everything is muddy and wet and slimy. My friend’s ponies have been brought down from their treacherously wet and steep field on the Gop to graze on my field in the safety of flat ground. It’s nice to see them feeding, the steam rising off their bodies in the wet This muggy feeling in itself is exhausting and I find myself longing for a dry garden path and some weak sun on my face. A gift of a book showing a collection of Andrew Wyeth paintings lifted the gloom nicely today I lit the fire too, just after breakfast Old Welsh Cottages get cold quickly if left unchecked. I FaceTimed my friend Ruth who sent me some scotch eggs then spoke to a lady called Lydia from the office of National Statistics Wales who interviewed me about how I felt about Covid One of the questions was about eating enough which was sobering ...
