Harrys' Place

After the breakfast of champions courtesy of Rhys, boys felt the need to chop wood and drink mugs of tea and watch each other chops logs and snooze.

We missed Harry this trip, that's his place down to the right, he usually calls and gently guides us in the way of country folk who know what they are doing with outdoor work from birth, unlike us townies for whom this is connecting with a long lost art. The lady of the house called up to offer encouragement and assure the household that no limbs were being sacrificed. She caught us drinking tea, looking bemusedly at some malfunctioning strimmer which we'd taken apart, me in my slippers - Great British Workmen at work.