It was bright and sunny when I got up. Coffee kick-started my day as I read the overnight news. Being Saturday, I had my usual call with the Empson cousins. It was a bit different with Simon here in England, rather than sweltering in Australia. The attendee list was curtailed by various trips (Sarah was on her way back from France), events (rolly was at a sporting event), and sickness (Maggie has a sore throat and can't talk). It was the usual mix of chat with nothing particularly revealing emerging.
Once the call was finished, I returned to the cobbles. I tried to lift one of the sacks to empty it. That was when I discovered that each sack weighed as much as a rhinoceros and was just as easy to manoeuvre, I dragged the sack and cut it open, tipping the cobbles onto the underlying stones before setting about them with a hose to remove all the sand and gravel that clung to them. Sack by sack I washed them and placed the cobbles in the bottom of the rill. We had overestimated and only used 5 out of the 8 sacks we had bought. The rill is looking good again and the cobbles provide an interesting mix of colours.
By the time I had finished, my hamstrings were groaning and I thought it would be a good idea to take a walk to help them relax. Well, that wasn't a huge success. The hamstrings gave me no discomfort, but I realised I was slightly twisted as I was walking and despite not having any pain, I could not straighten up. I cut the walk short. When I got home, I went up and (under nurse's orders) lay on the bed for an hour. This did seem to do the job and I continued with the day much as usual.
After some lunch, we settled down for some Kindle time in the warmth of the Orangery. I finished another book and started a new one.
After dinner, I went for another walk. This was far more comfortable. We had a quiet evening.
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