Wednesday, May 30

Arboreal splendour

Although the overnight thunder storms failed to materialise, this morning remains tres wet – the hours of effort we put in yesterday, digging and mowing, paid off. Gudgeon’s green fingers are down to painting the bathroom rather than any claim to Monty Don competence, the yard’s garden-like resemblance a reflection of our predecessors’ planting and Mrs G’s ongoing enthusiasm. Although we are barely into spring, our man asks if it’s too early to begin delivering supplies of firewood for next winter. Time and tide, as they say.

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