Just sorting the drainage…..

……in the lower field.

I awoke to the sound of…..nothing. Very quiet in these ‘ere parts. The sun was already up and so I shuffled downstairs for a coffee and a bacon sarnie, which was interrupted only by the sound of inconsiderate spring bird song.

Next-up, some digging for my supper and and fence mending, and then to the beach at Curracloe for a relaxing walk - no bare feet mind, can't stand sand between my toes. Thence to Blackwater for a melody of Guiness styles in the local howf and spectacularly unsuccessful race bets before retiring to chez LLCoolJim for tunes, pizza and a constitutional.