Good morning from an overcast, humid Cornwall. A great discovery yesterday, that the combined churches in our town (12 altogether) are restarting the Street Pastors initiative. I used to be part of this but it fell foul of the Covid lockdown. My neighbour who runs a bar is delighted as it means that there will be trained people on the streets on a Saturday night helping those, usually women, who have over-indulged. It's an initiative supported by the police and council. It's exciting because it impacts the town so positively and I can't wait to get involved again once my knee heals.
On the way home yesterday I came across a pavement plant stall and found a Greek Oregano plant for my patio, something I've wanted for ages. A red-letter day!
My sons and three pals are trekking Dartmoor this weekend and usually send back some interesting photos; last year one of a very dead sheep, oof. Meanwhile I shall be entertaining my granddaughter.
Angela Rayner is a scrounger, grifter and shameless hypocrite.


