The roof walker

Mr C, or Bob as I like to call him, has spent a large part of the day on our various roofs (or should that be rooves i.e. as in hoofs and hooves. . . but I digress. . . .).

What a day.

It's all turned out swimmingly - plenty of time to watch the helicopters at close range as they dumped water on the fires on the ridge behind us. But come early evening, B and I were so stuffed we both needed a speed nap - bugger the fires - we both slept at the same time - no be alert and vigilant for us!

So, dinner here with gorgeous neighbours and friends - a fine ending to an emotionally draining episode.

Not over yet, but the worst, I hope, is behind us.