Walking down the Devon lanes with Grandchildren and dogs yesterday we made the mistake of giving GrandDaughter a blackberry (the fruity sort).
The rest of our walk was accompanied by a steady chant of 'More num-nums, more num-nums!' So it was unfortunate that they were few and far between. She should have been with George and me on our walk over the tip this afternoon: there were plump, sweet and juicy blackberries in abundance.
I don't usually walk George on a Friday, which is my work day, but Husband has gone up to Derby to see his dad again. Father-in-law has been getting steadily worse since he chose to stop eating in order to quicken his death. It is very sad for his family but he is ready to die so I suppose there must be some comfort in that. He is a fervent atheist, vigorous in his anti-religion views. There've been times when I've had to leave the room when he's been on one of his rants but when he's not he's a jolly old soul.
So Husband drove 360 miles on Tuesday, 145 (to Devon) on Wednesday, 145 (and home again) on Thursday and 360 miles today. He'll be driving in his sleep.