Trash run

A lovely warm day - too warm for early February. - with the CALs. An outdoor fire and bbq. Setting the queasy world to rights. As they say, it’s a hard job but someone has to do it.

Earlier on the trash run I took a non-coppice snap looking down the valley to Poppi.,

We’re all agreed that we’ve had enough, it’s gone on far too long, that we want to fly home and see kith and kin but we’ll wait it out until April contingently on a whatever-comes- f***ing-next-so-to-speak-basis.