The Aftermath.

I was up bright and early this morning (before 10 am) to make a few batches of cheese scones, we (the Friends of the Glen) were providing refreshments at the village funday to raise monies for conservation projects.

The day dawned bright and sunny and all went well until the rains came down and Muggins was sent out to replenish our milk reserves. The weather did brighten up again but, as you can see, storms were again threatening when the tents were finally being taken down.

Because I was incarcerated in the hall preparing endless cups of tea and coffee, I saw little of the interesting side of life other, that is, for a young girl who asked one of my colleagues for a drink, on being asked for payment she innocently pleaded that she had no money and didn't realise she had to pay; it was of specific interest since she had earlier played the same trick on me. The Artful Dodger had better look to his reputation.