The softy riviera-dwellers of the South East have little respect for the hardy highlanders in the NorthWest and it's true, the Glosswegians Glossiotes [Glo-si-O-tes] have little admiration for the Skopelites [Sko-pe-LI-tes] as well. In Glossa we would far rather do a hard day's graft than take the day off to celebrate St Reg's Day. Whether or not this is simply inter-village rivalry or it has anything at all to do with the Trumped-up claims/fake news that the island's first bishop chased a dragon to its death down a ravine armed only with the Good Book I don't know. It appears that these days even the Reg supporters are taking a step back from that particular alternative fact.

And so it was that we spent our island's saint's day working at home. Me doing more things with fallen branches and Spousie putting the finishing touches to his latest 'shed'. It's not a shed, of course it isn't, it's a porch, it's a walk-in poly tunnel, whatever it is, it's very clever;

It comprises three demountable panels plus a door and is held securely in place with so few screws that it would take no more than an hour to dismantle and stow away for Summer and the same to reassemble for Winter. It provides a dry area outside for animals which is also bright and warm. It has a cat/dog flap which the house itself does not. On sunny winter days it gets so warm in there we can open the kitchen window and heat the house from just the solar gains. We can use it to germinate seedlings or sit and enjoy the view with a coffee. It is bright enough for working on embroidery. The fact that it is demountable means it is perfectly legal. Apologies for the poor quality of the shot but I was on step ladders in the rain at night. Compare with this.