Friday, October 30

Wet and windy

There appears to have been a significant amount of rainfall at the homestead during our absence – it is wellies only in the yard. A torrent is flowing down from the moor and I’ve lit two fires, opened a bottle. Mrs G. is salvaging beetroot from the allotment for our supper (smoked fish, sour cream and horseradish). I suspect the weekend will be heavy on burnt red meat and robust red wine.

3 comments:

packrat54 said...

There's no place like home, cheers.

Bernie Gudgeon said...

In bed at ten-thirty last night; crawled out at eight-thirty.

packrat54 said...

Do not think I ever sleep that long straight out - even after heavy traveling... or drinking.