What a wonderful treat.

Last weekend we visited Mum and were hoping to stop by at Cothay Manor but the weather was appalling and we never got out of the drawing room where we had a lovely autumnal fire going. Today I have earned myself a day off having worked two twelve and a half hour days in the last two days. This morning, pulling back the curtains I was thrilled to see the sun  was finally out; what luck. The garden looked so good with it's neat edged veg plot and the different rows of green and purple veg leaves. I haven't been home to pick the raspberries so there are luscious fat jewels about to drop off their stalks and which I've greedily hoovered into my mouth with just a cursory wipe. Our lovely Shakira is going through a serious moult (chickens moult annually to replenish feathers) and she now has an oven ready patch on her back with only one stray tail feather holding on, looking like the solitary survivor of a manic hair dresser. She has lots of tufty grey down and looks thoroughly embarrassed of her appearance. She should be a beautiful chicken ready for the winter chills.
All I have done is mow the back and front lawn and protect the fence wood (for the back fence) whilst the rain abates. This afternoon I hope to plant up my bulbs. Oh, the joy of being able to do something just for me.