All is well here in the heart of Leicestershire. It is 6.50 am on Monday morning and I am here at the dining table with the twelfth century tower of St Thomas a Becket church staring down at me from across our neighbours' garden.
Saturday was a grey overcast day though dry and warm enough. We headed up to Melton Mowbray for a look round and lunch before moving on to Oakham which is the capital of England's smallest county - Rutland. Rutland's motto is "Multum in Parvo" which means "Much in Little". We mooched around and eventually drifted over to The Grainstore Brewery near the railway station for liquid refreshment.
In the evening , after a homemade spaghetti bolognaise, we watched "Baby Driver" courtesy of Netflix. There were a lot of cars chasing around and crashing into each other as police sirens screamed. To me it was all unbelievable silliness that I felt pretty detached from. Not my kind of film at all.
On Sunday, summer returned. Stewart and I set off from the house for a long circular walk that took in the villages of Rolleston and Goadby. We were both wishing that we had worn shorts as the morning's thermometer rose. We rambled over rolling agricultural land noticing that some crops had already been harvested while others waited.
Rolleston is what is known as an "estate village", dominated by Rolleston Hall. There pheasants dashed about ignorant of the fact that they will soon be blasted to bits by rich people with guns. They call it sport but I call it cruelty. Meanwhile a lone swan floated serenely upon the lake.
Goadby was a delightful, well-heeled settlement with a lovely little church dedicated to St John the Baptist. We went inside and felt its peace. I prayed for the pheasants.
We had to chop a mile or so off our walk in order to get back to Tugby in good time for Sunday lunch which was booked for one o'clock at "The Fox and Hounds". And what a delightful lunch it was too - all homemade with a medley of vegetables, luscious slices of shin of beef and excellent Yorkshire puddings that suggested the chef must have been trained in Yorkshire! When the landlord asked if we had enjoyed our meal I said, "That's the best Sunday dinner I have had in a long time" and I meant it.
Later we watched England's football team beat Andorra by four goals to nil and for tea we had wedges of Melton Mowbray pork pie with salad, olive bread and creamy Stilton cheese produced here in Leicestershire.
What a grand day Sunday September 5th was - a simple day to remember sweetly when life was good. With the weather set fair for the next three days, it seems we have accidentally picked a lovely week.