back gardens

in the setting sun

It's been a quiet day today, all of us recovering from the stress of doing the kiosk. Gareth made his way back South today, and even that was not without its traumas as he managed to lose his train ticket between getting to the station and getting on the train!

But he managed to get home safely (and without having to buy another ticket) and the flooring guys turned up at our other job even though no-one answered any of the five or six contact numbers we had for them that we rang when they were an hour and a half late on site ......... why can't people just tell you what they're doing? Especially when they change things like that.

The gardens behind our house to the right are over 100 years old a recent acquisition tells me. To the left they are more recent but still eighty years old or so. As a result when we open the back doors and sit quietly it's pretty quiet, and certainly quieter than when I lived in a village in the "countryside" in Cambridgeshire, where if you opened the windows or went out in the garden all you could hear was the not so distant roar of traffic on two busy A roads.