Mixed feelings about returning to former occupations after the experiment.
The first batch of beach clay is drying off; the weather still chilly, so it is slow waiting,
while the next batch is slopping down:
Tackling the garden under the buds and catkins of the geriatric birch (surviving another season of gales)
The first grass cut is always wearing. It’s long and saturated and intractable, but there are consolations …
… their dancing presents a challenge to the amateur photographer.