1490

I went up to the allotment while Mr H stayed in grappling with wrinkling film on the windows. There'd been a proper frost up on the rig - I managed to haul a couple of leeks out of the ground but it was still quite hard. I fed the birds, though, which was the main thing (according to them).

On my way back I passed this charming illustration of the Preceptory of Saint Anthony in 1490; it's on the side of the Persevere pub and goodness knows why I've never noticed it before.