The Pub on the Hill

An up and at them day. Himself rearranged the raised beds and tidied up that area. There is now room to move. I removed 4 trug buckets full of leaves and detritus from the front garden then shifted to the back garden, removing moss, wayward grass and weeds. By late afternoon my legs were wobbly from all the bending and stretching.

Did I get to put my feet up? Did I heck. Himself suggested that, seeing how it was now officially spring, the pub on the hill might be open. So it was off on a trek. The pub on the hill was indeed open so we sat and had a snifter, suitably attired against the chilly air.

Home now, feet up, cava in hand!

Have a great weekend blippers x