Harrop

Went up to the chaps.
Flushed a snipe on the way up.
Immersed myself in lichens and mosses.
Dug up some beetroot for a tarte tatin.

Old landlord did his usual thing of texting to say he’ll text again later. Nothing yet. He’s creeping me out and doing my nut in.
I’ve turned off the read-receipt double ticks on WhatsApp because I think he’s using them to control the timing of his texts.