“Shall I, shan’t I? Should I, shouldn’t I?”, those were the questions over which I pondered whilst watering the flowers a few minutes ago. Should I stay in my very hot studio, open the doors and windows, and work on my latest commission (oh, I know, this may sound familiar!) or should I take advantage of the return of the good weather and take that picnic which Chris and I always promise ourselves but never seem to find the right occasion to take up.

“Shall we?” Chris asked just now.

“It’s getting late to set out – maybe we should go tomorrow,” I suggested.

“And maybe the weather will not be so good, or something else crops up… and another year will go by with no picnic?”

Chris was right. I can’t stop long writing my blog today because we’re going out for a nice long ride to Exeter Canal, where we shall peel off the main track onto a white sandy road to the left, and  we shall find our favourite field looking across the flat-lands to Topsham. We shan’t think of work, nor will we feel guilty.