Al fresco coffee

I remember when I lived in the cottage at Low Moorgate, I'd often enjoy my morning coffee sat on the front doorstep, looking out across the fields. There was a little porch, so I was protected from any rain, and I'd sit out there, even when it was cold.

In fact, thinking about it, that was the only regular use the front door received; access to the cottage was primarily through the lane that ran along the back.

This morning, though, I was working from home, and while I was on the phone having my morning catch up with Steve, I saw just how lovely it was outside despite the clouds, so I went and sat on the deck.