Wintry Showers

Ugh - Wintry showers, so we have all cried off a walk tonight. We had one this morning but tonight we all looked out of the door and quickly followed Megan back inside. She is a lady who likes her creature-comforts and, in particular, does not like the feel of rain falling on her head. We are all now curled up in front of the fire - Dad is burning the last of our Irish peat-turf sods, brought back from Silverwood's house. He was wondering whether the peat-fire smell, drifting across the road, might have stirred memories in any passing Irish people

Meanwhile out the back of our house, where there once stood (before my time) a big fruit pack-house and there has been, ever since, some fox-rich, rabbit infested and pheasant-owned wasteground, building has started in earnest. An enormous auger drill thing taller than all these houses, spends all day groaning and grinding beyond the back yard. Trucks and builder vehicles move about and men call to each other. We dogs can't concentrate on sleeping, and we have to be let out periodically to race down the garden to repel boarders. Tally Ho!

Deefer