There has been little time for walking or baking this week.
But on the way home from dropping O at school this morning, I stopped at the very innermost bit of Epping Forest, just a mile from home, and got out of the car to chat to the geese and ducks for a couple of minutes.
The mist and shadowy landscape is so beautiful at the moment. It's still relatively mild. And the smell of rich, damp earth was intoxicating. If I could have bottled the smell I would.
I only stopped for five minutes, but that's all you need sometimes.