Another walk to the post office with some book-shaped packages. The weather was still, sunny and spring-like, but it was fooling nobody.
Half-way there, I decided to head off at a right angle along a new footpath. New to me, at least. It was slightly longer than my usual route, but meant I would spend even less time on the road. The footpath took me through a couple of stiles that were most definitely not designed with people my shape in mind. It brought me out right next to the Post Office. One to add to my local list of snookies, as Ann used to call them.