Good times

After what feels like years months weeks ages quite a long time, we finally managed to persuade Sheol and Cathy over for a barbeque and a wander around the lanes. Warm enough to sit outdoors, although for the sake of the thing I set fire to some awfully smoky old lavender in the chiminea and probably alerted fire stations across the county. Here's the man himself, showing early signs of wanting to twirl his own moustache...