I put this day in my calendar a month ago, so the weather was a real lucky break.
A day with Limpy the wren and a load of foxes. I didn't notice his/her foot until just now.
Allotment infrastructure all day, hammering and screwing and sawing and moving things around in the sun. Well-timed, too, because the leaf mould heap I border has been re-fenced and it's all looking much more organised.
Pure bliss, but the temperature dropped very quickly as soon as the sun went behind the cottage and I packed up not awfully long after three.
North Sea Stout, the radio and the fire. I don't think I deserve this.