Beak House Buried

Autumn can't come soon enough for Beak House, waiting to re-emerge from amongst the reeds and grass by the pond on the 4th.

This was about as good as the weather got on this morning's round; by the time we got to the 16th the promised heavy rain had arrived. At least I managed to hit the ball properly after last Thursday's debacle, if not always in the right direction!

This afternoon we bottled the latest batch of rhubarb gin and I printed off and framed a few more photos for the living room.