At last the freeze has arrived. We’ve been laughing all through autumn and winter in t-shirts, not lighting the fire waiting for the cold to arrive. I planted the garlic and shallots on time and they are very confused.
Brent filled a back-up bowl in case the hose didn’t drain properly … in the dark. That’s Roques in the corner. That’s Brent with the spotlight, losing his direction. Oh no, I’ve said too much. Bad R.E.M. joke aside, he walked back and the water worked out well today.