It might be me. The clothes are right for online Edith.
Real-life Edith, however, is usually found in a fetching jeans'n'jumpers combo, with wellies and a mud-coloured coat. Though now that the footpaths have mostly gone from 'sucking mire' to 'ankle-breaking ruts', I'm venturing out in trainers.
Sadly I have absolutely no need for a blue velvet blazer, much as I would like one. My life is not conducive to such things, and I have enough scrub-up clothes for the times when I need them.
Tractoring update (for those concerned with such things).
The mad pace of tractoring is dying down: the things that had not been done because of the deluge of January and February, and the swamp and mire of most of March, have largely been completed, though the potato crews are still travelling the district. Yesterday I noticed that a field near us that had been cultivated before Christmas and then left due to the downpour was sprouting a few weeds and nothing else. Walking B&B past it this afternoon, I saw the trusty Valtra drilling, and an MF harrowing. I was dead impressed by the MF driver. Not only did he take his foot off the gas just as I called B&B in, when he was still some distance off, but he gave me a jolly wave when I sat them up. He then did a beautiful turn on the headland, drawing perfect semi-circles with his harrow, before trundling off down-slope with another jolly wave.
When I got to the end of the field, I saw that the farmer had hopped out of the Valtra to chat to a passer-by, so I asked what was going in. Another seed mix, more legumes than last year, with buckwheat.
And I saw a hare yesterday, so it's been a good week already, despite the lack of sleep last night.