How to make a silk purse out of a sows ear?

Or indeed how to write a blog from a pile of ironing?

Yesterday and the day before were days  of catching up after the long weekend. Largely insignificant tasks but in this Winter and Spring of interminable rainfall the ironing stood out as a glimmer of something different.

Long ago when sunshine was a thing and washing could be dried outside, a load of white table linen was dried and then put away unironed.  I decided to get the job done while catching up on podcasts. The minute the steam of the iron hit the crispy linen all the natural fragrance of a summers day filled the room. Sea breezes and the smell of an English summer.  A few seconds of a hot July replaced the dankness of our current April.

In other news, I attempted some Dartmoor walking yesterday. I was defeated by really slippery mud and mist. Not for me forlorn,damp ponies or stoic sheep. Just a quietly arriving ferry close to home.

Surely a sign that Spring is somewhere close.