Aloft

The day started early with The Principal leaving on the 7.30 train to London. The sun was out but a gentle breeze blew. I got stuck into the garden to plant out flower plants from 'Joan's Plant Sale' from her idyllic house and land at West Langdon - one of the most rural of Kent's North downland hamlets. It has a bookswop 'shop' in the old red iron and glass phone box. 

I got a lot done planting out, digging out weeds, clearing the drain of a winter's supply of congealed fat and watering my New Zealand flax cliffside  - well - 'flaxery'. 

The fog rolled in about two o'clock which kept the temperature down and set the ferries to moaning and groaning.

Chainsaws have been whining and chippers thrumchopping the last few days. Looking out over the valley I saw this tree surgeon way up a fir tree taking the last topmost branches off. You can see why they always take a first aid kit aloft.