2 tonnes of cheese.

For four months of the year, from mid November to mid March, The Rickety Old Farmhouse  is a quiet place. Home to drafts, slamming shutters and the screeching owls that line the plane trees on the lane. Then at some point nature flicks the switch and the gutters are full of argumentative sparrows, the ditches busy with amorous frogs and the wisteria heavy with absent minded bees that wander indoors and have to be carefully shooed out. Yesterday was when the switch was flicked. This little patch of paradise tripping over itself with life.

Sophie skips off down the ox track, nose down, tail high. No time to dawdle. One things dogs understand better than  people is that life is an adventure you can't postpone. Why waste a moment of it ? During lockdown our horizons have become more prescribed, our daily routine more limited yet time seems to be not rushing but flying by. Sophie, living entirely and fully in the moment, is unaware and uninterested in such things.

I'm all for this if it keeps people employed. British Airways will serve you dinner at home :https://feastbox.co.uk/collections/british-airways

Scottish isolation for two. Presumably a honeymoon suite :https://www.knoydarthide.co.uk/

Somethings you don't want to hear yourself saying.This may only make sense to folks from Montana but the comments are wry and amusing :https://twitter.com/sahilkapur/status/1375584214792421376

Use words like 'blob' and 'vanish' if you want to make astrophysics interesting :https://www.vice.com/en/article/epdy8j/something-huge-and-invisible-is-making-nearby-stars-vanish-scientists-propose

We have ordered some cheese from these monks who had 2 tonnes they couldn't sell due to the pandemic. How French is that ? :http://divinebox.fr/operation-fromage-abbaye-citeaux/