Sorry.

Oh dear. My friend has plans I can’t join in with. He wants to get on the ferry to go to Falmouth. In the past I wouldn’t have hesitated. Now I shrink from any such idea. I’ve been on my own here for too long. It’s safe here.It’s easy! Trying to find the words to put him off I find myself saying something about the fact that there’s a Marks and Spencer’s over there! I wish I could be more adventurous. I used to be but age has taken its toll. I hear the weather forecast for frequent wintery showers with some relief but so far it’s very quiet out there...Trying to find alternatives is hard. Going to lunch at one of our favourite places looked a good idea yesterday until we were informed that it’s fully booked. So I have woken up trying to find a good alternative that would not be too risky...but anything that involves us getting on a boat does not appeal. Even a big one ! But the only boats running from here...are very small compared to the huge ones I’m used to. My friend has taken his boat out of the water and is clearly missing it during this period of pleasant weather. The sun shines nicely out there...there’s little wind..it’s pleasant from my nice warm bed to contemplate a good trip on the water...until I shudder at the thought. Oh dear.....I have become a wimp. But at my age I really don’t care...Staying safe, with or without my mask is my main aim now. Staying home lacks adventure but that’s the way I’m feeling right now. Sorry!