Kitchen Cove, 11.23, 10,09.16

Finally a day when a spot of blue sky dared to appear. I nipped down to Kitchen Cove before it disappeared - the blue I mean, not the Cove. Some nice glimmers and shimmers and in two of the boats men were bailing out water accumulated over a long grey week.

A day in the garden. The grass has grown in colossal proportion, the brambles are wrist-thick, everything needs cutting back and we're living on stewed apples, plum compot and grape juice! Chirp is now looking sleek and handsome in his new feathers and very loud of voice, a constant companion.