Safe and Sound

It was a stormy old night so I offered to pop down to the woods and check on Scobes hut. All seemed to be intact. His fat balls were also still safe, although his butt had taken a hammering.

To warm back up I popped into the cafe and Osh made me a coffee. It was understandably quiet (too windy even for the most adventurous cyclists) so they could sit down with me and have a natter, while also upselling some scones to take home.

I went for a bike ride in the garage later and, to keep the windy theme going, I’m making a lentil curry later.