Bat Box

I had a strange feeling of being watched as I had a quick amble around the grounds this morning. Any port in a storm I guess.

In other news, Eve came home last night loaded down with all the pottery she has created with Donald over the past few weeks and so this morning we ate boiled eggs in the egg cups she has made balanced in the bowls she has made and illuminated by a candle in the candlestick she made. All this creativity is saving us a fortune in crockery.