After the cold and crazy hail of yesterday, the day was calm and warm and all day I worked in the woods. A satisfying task of pulling up bramble along the northern boundary ditch and road side, an annual task although I think not done last year. A few afternoon walkers passed, men and women together. How may divorces after this enforced intimacy? thought passed through my mind. Or how many divorces avoided?
Meanwhile, India racked by greatest exodus since partition as millions of workers flee cities as wages evaporate, with many walking hundreds of miles home.
Back in Suffolk, Dave the sax arrives in his truck, asked to move on by police when camped up near Norwich. The wood welcomes him. Naturally the busking business has dried up.