It is Sunday and everything is moist and soft in the drizzle and rain of the past few days. I wake early and sit in the stillness to stitch. Simple stitching is restful, contemplative. Later, I’m keen to walk in the woods because I know that this is perfect weather for mushrooms. Veryan and I ramble with the dog in the humid forest and forage for chanterelles, bolets, hedgehogs and, even a few black trumpets. My basket is full. In the evening I head to the blueberry patch and fill the basket again with plump blueberries. The grand babies will love them.