Second jab day.

A start of day promenade by the river. Sophie leads the way. From time to time she turns and makes it quite clear that I need to pick up my pace. Sophie is an expert in non-verbal communication.

Back in the village our next door neighbours daughter is training a young horse. Sophie puts her head down and picks up her pace as we pass. You never know with young horses.

The wheat is now springing up. It's shoulder high to Sophie. In a couple of weeks she'll be able to wander into the field and be completely invisible among the tall stems. Her brother used to love charging through the wheat. Sophie is keen on it as long as she knows one of us is close by. Not so much timidity as prudence.

To the medical centre. Finding a space in the car park a challenge. They're running ten minutes late which means we have to wait in a room with a sign on the door saying ' To be occupied by no more than four patients'. Today it has fifteen people waiting for their jab. Angus  notes that two of the fifteen are wearing their masks around their chins. Can you become crowd phobic ?  The procedure itself takes forty five seconds. The nurse does the vaccination while the pharamacist prints out an official government confirmation that we're fully dosed up. A separate confirmation is downloaded onto an app on our phones. This phone app ( supposedly ) means we can travel when restrictions are eventually lifted.

I'm guessing  this seagull has done this many, many times before:https://mobile.twitter.com/gunsnrosesgirl3/status/1388202112941711365

This was unbelievable :https://mobile.twitter.com/gunsnrosesgirl3/status/1385908709356969984