Like little fluffy clouds

This has been an extremely warm and sunny weekend, and I've done my best to take advantage of that. Yesterday Matthias and I walked out to Littleport — a 7.5km walk along the river, dodging cows, with flat fen farmlands extending all directions, bisected by various railway lines. We had a rather mediocre lunch in the sole pub in Littleport, which somewhat confirmed my theory that pubs located next to picturesque bodies of water, with no competition, tend to coast by, sustained by their location alone, and make no effort when it comes to food, drink, or service. In any case, the walk itself was lovely — a 15km trip in total, underneath these gorgeous skies.

I started the morning today with a swim, and will probably spend the rest of the day pottering around the house, catching up on Dreamwidth posts and comments, and generally relaxing.

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I haven't read any books for a week, and I'm in something of a reading slump. I don't like having a huge backlog of unread books building up on my Kindle, so at the moment I have the option of reading Becky Chambers' latest (unappealling at the moment as I find her books a little bit cloying, and I'm not in the mood for that level of sentimentality), and the penultimate Benjamin January book (which I bought late last year, decided I would only read it when I was 'in a really good mood,' and ... never achieved that mental state).

Probably the best way to get back to reading again would be to do a reread of one of my beloved favourite series — either the Pagan Chronicles (which I last reread in 2020) or the Sally Lockhart Mysteries (which I last reread in 2019). Or I suppose I could go through my to-read list and see if any of the books have popped up in the public library.

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I hope you've all been having nice weekends!