Barn born

There aren’t many people who can genuinely excuse the leaving of doors open, but Megan is arguably one of them.

The barn, straw bales and all, is bearing up well after nigh on twenty years occupancy. I’ll need to get a few more bales onto the ridge this year, but otherwise it’s looking good with Nick and Helens active gardening.

I put together a Buff stew in the slow cooker for lunch for the family. Then Claire and I drive to Kinghorn and return, her on the motorcycle. We all then luxuriate in the sun.

Later, as the sun goes down, I treat myself to a private luxury of lambs liver. Followed by annual accounts.