Sunday constitutionals resume

The spell of warm weather enabled me to restart my ritual of a walk through the Highlands to Longford Farm of a Sunday morning. No guilt is attached, because even in normal times one can count the joggers and dog-walkers on the fingers of one hand. What was missing this morning was the sight of ponies or a string of horses being exercised. Clearly the stables had shut down for the purposes of recreation, and indeed the warning sign made me turn round short of my destination.