Old Peculiar

Spring has finally sprung, as we spent the morning in the garden, tearing out the old and popping in the new. The fading leylandii has been tolerably managed into uprights for climbing plants, and the pond filter gave lots of lovely fish poo wash-off that went into the flower beds. 

We celebrated with a sunny lunchtime beer. As you can tell, we're not great drinkers nowadays, and the Old Peculiar overcame madam's general affection for upright-ness as gravity took a firmer hold. Luckily for us all, she managed to put her refilled glass down on unstable ground and watered beered part of the lawn... who knows what might have happened if she'd been able to drink it?

There's more daylight than darkness for a few months now. We might not be able to go anywhere to enjoy it, but there's always the garden. In other news I was quite thankful that the majority of our Druid Camp attendees accepted the sense of not holding a camp again this year.