Foreman's Cottage

I went into the Sheeps Hoose first thing this morning.  Having previously described the lonely call of a Golden Plover I had another ‘avian moment’.  Again, I didn’t see the bird.  But it was the utterly diagnostic rapid wingbeat of a Raven.  Maybe it had been on top of the shed.  A truly wonderful moment.  CMC was up in the village visiting folk so I used my time to prepare for tonight’s Parish Whisky Club event – which I won’t be hosting.  It takes plenty of preparation.  Tonight I’ll be using my new run up.
 
Today’s Lunch was accompanied by some blistering marimba work by Ruth Underwood.  Refreshed I then cleaned out the shed gutters and chopped some kindling. 
 
A very rare outing to Foreman’s Cottage.  Never previously Blipped.  Don’t worry you’ll never see it again.  And another item that you’ll never read about in the New York Times – Mrs Linklater is still swithering about her proposed retreat.  Why do folk persist in blaming Jimmy Spankie.
 
Project 1, at HQ, has progressed.