A Good Weekend

Phew, that's that one out of the way and I didn't get arrested or deported. A good weekend and, oddly, I can remember virtually all of it. Thank you to Fred for the bed, Louise for dinner and bed and to Lord Ashley of Slawston for the pic, the first of the day (St Peter's Mild) at the Jerusalem Tavern in Clerkenwell on Friday. Great beer, great pub. We ended up some nine hours later at the Scarsdale in Kensington, dribbling over unattainable young totty. Well, I was anyway. Back on the wagon now for a few days.

Bye bye bunny

Last week, having cut all the 4' high grass in the main orchard, and then having raked all the hay into rows (two days), a local smallholder (one cow) who is also the local shopowner(blogs passim) came with her husband and monosyllabic son to bale the hay and then take away the bales. I used to have to chuck it all over the fence (two days) or burn it (dangerous but only one day). All went according to plan, if a little hot and dusty. The picture of the tractor ruining the Combo lawn as it manoeuvres out is courtesy of The Intrepid Explorer. You can see why he is a professional.

Then yesterday Signora Alma pitched up at the gate bearing gifts. I would have liked to have shown all the rabbit, but she had only killed and skinned it yesterday morning and the bag was full of blood. She left in the lights. Lord knows what we will do with them. Any ideas Diplo?