The weekend in Wales was fabulous – more anon – but unfortunately the cold decided that, rather than leaving, it would sit on my chest like a great growling beast.

It turns out that all the driving, and talking, and being sociable weren’t what it wanted, and chucking it the odd hot toddy and plenty of paracetamol wasn’t enough of an offset.

So today I am giving the cold/cough what it wants, and sticking to the sofa, and drinking a lot of tea, and hoping it might get bored and go away. It was quite good at going along with things over the weekend. Today I am going along with it, and shelving my plans for writing (just as well as typing this post is taking me forever and making my head ache!). Perhaps I will take it for a little trip to the doctor, but that’s as far as we’re going.

We went a lot further on Saturday morning. We walked up here. Look.

(I know. I’m my own worst enemy.)