Drained

Fix chicken house. Rotten ply replaced by shiny steel, liberal doses of silicon, and a judiciously placed tyre.

Into Edinburgh to return rental van and retrieve car. Also retrieved: one exhausted Angus after triumphant tunnel rave.

The flat leak saga continues. More drama Monday.

Dig the drain, again, after massive meltwater deluge on Saturday. There’s narrows of lovely fine gravel to fill the holes gouged in the track. For good measure, I clean out the water supply too.

The Founder fills the early evening lull before tea. And then I feed the snake. It still won’t strike, but I leave the “medium” rat in front of it’s house before heading to bed.