It's been tough to feel cheerful or positive after the results of the General Election here in the UK last week. I am shocked at the Conservative victory, and very disappointed.
Another 5 years of austerity measures, and hitting the most vulnerable people hardest in order to pay for them... It makes me want to weep. Sheffield remained almost exclusively a Labour stronghold, but I was appalled to discover that in our constituency, UKIP polled in second place. I don't know what to say about that.
In an effort to shake off the gloom yesterday, we joined a group of friends and neighbours who gathered at my mate Claire's invitation to celebrate her 50th birthday.
A hearty lunch at Grindleford Cafe was followed by a walk through some beautiful Derbyshire countryside.
Given that most of the people we know are left-leaning and many work in the public sector, there was inevitably plenty of post-election analysis and angst.
Still, there were gorgeous views, plenty of fresh air, and the rain held off, so we could be thankful for that at least.
I was dawdling at the back, taking photos. I like this stretch along the river Derwent.
Claire had booked the outdoor swimming pool at Hathersage.
The pool is heated but it got decidedly chilly as the clouds gathered overhead. I'm far too much of a wimp to swim in those conditions; I chatted with some fellow fair-weather-only swimmers over a hot drink instead.
Selfies at the station.
Top, 1960s tapestry and vinyl bag, shoes, bangles and necklace - charity shopped
1970s skirt- Ebay
Red wooden bangle - gift from Tania
Grim-faced smile - blame the people who voted Tory
At the prospect of the next five years, I know I'm not alone in thinking of Neil Kinnock's words in 1983, anticipating the effects of a victory for Margaret Thatcher:
I warn you not to be ordinary. I warn you not to be young. I warn you not to fall ill. I warn you not to get old.