I first looked in the gift shop because I knew they sell calendars. They have just reopened after being closed for a few weeks due to a burst water pipe, but they had no diaries. Next port of call was the surviving newsagent and, after establishing that a diary in Welsh was OK, they revealed they had small diaries (A6?) and large diaries (A5). The ones I've been using for some years are in between and have one week per double-page spread. The new small diary has one week to a (smaller) page. It will be fine. I will just have to use smaller writing and write more tidily.
After returning home and relaxing with a cup of tea, the phone rang and the chap on the other end asked if I would I answer a survey about facilities in -- and I didn't quite catch the name, but it was Borough of Somewhere.
I'm sorry, I said, what area did you say?
Charnwood, he replied.
I don't live in Charnwood, I said. I don't even know where it is. I live in Gwynedd. He then apologised for the confusion and ended the call. I know people keep using my email address to sign up for things, but I don't know how a Welsh phone number could have got linked to Charnwood.
The tree in the church yard is heavy with berries.