A Season in Quarantine - Day Six

Today's solitary stroll (well, solitary except for a plane overhead, the occasional distant dog-walker and not my cat on the way back) took me along an old bridleway famous locally for its wild-growing daffodils. There's even a slope to the track (something of a novelty in these parts).

It was dry and sunny, but the March wind sure cut through to your under-garments.