Seven thirty am on a sabbath in August. I was going to write early August but I’m not so sure it is anymore. We are hurtling headlong into the middle of the month. Yeeeeeooooowwwwnnnggg. That’s a new word meaning hurtling headlong. Actually it’s important not to hurtle too much. Take it easy son. It’ll still be there. Anyway when does it stop being early in the month. There must be a definitive position on this. A decree.
Moved to the deck cos it’s such a nice morning. The robins and coal tits are very vociferous. Fox visits observed at 21:32 and 03:55. Plenty of hedgehog action. Nothing by the lake though. Plus I’m going to move the mobile cam today as it points away from the sun and never fully charges up. A pigeon just landed in front of the lake. Always looks around carefully before deciding to take a swig. V nervous birds. The lake needs topping up daily at the mo. Will need to sort out a rota for doing this whilst we are away. The vegetation is doing nicely at the western end and we can’t have all that good work being undone by letting the body of water dry up. Also I suspect the frog would be a bit upset.
This morning we are having brunch with Joe and Lucy before they head back to town. There is no rush. They didn’t get in from Rhys and Kasia’s wedding until after midnight, bearing in mind that the drinks reception started at one thirty. Bought three different lots of bacon from St Nicholas’ butchers on Burton Road to try. No additives. Unsmoked streaky and back and smoked middle. Something like that. I gave the sausages a try last night and felt the butch had overdone the sage but will see this morning how it tastes in a breakfast environment.
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10:23 I hear a church bell tolling, calling the faithful to arms. Wind must be a westerly.
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11:48 brunch over
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19:10 v pleasant dinner over. THG’s pork chilli con carne with some left over primitivo.