The still of the night

After a busy day for all we came together to watch a fascinating documentary about an ancient calendar computer.

My folks are at the end of the settee, with Mam somehow managing to read the paper in that light. TallGirl has recently retreated from her usual resting place on the hearth rug, driven away by the fierce heat. CarbBoy is on the floor, foreground, trying to absorb some coolness from the wooden floor.

I have learned that the only way to survive an evening here is to adopt a minimal clothing policy, bagsie a seat far from the fire and limit movement to those required for the imbibing of cool liquids.

Lovely day. Quite a tonic after the stress of the past few days. Though given the effect of Dad's gin and tonic on Mam, I'm glad I stuck with beer or dinner (wild boar chops from Gosford bothy shop) would never have hit the table.