The day has started wet and chilly as it’s been raining heavily since around 5am.
Hubby had intended working in the garden today now that we had the rest of the required paving slabs to put under the Mini Man Cave. Ho hum. Not today then.
Isn’t it funny how labels given to things tend to stick? Storage here, both inside and out, is minimal as there were no built-in wardrobes or outbuildings when we moved here.
We bought a ‘Man Cave’ for the lawn mower which we still have for the same reason
As I type, the sun has come out and gone in again, clouds are rolling in from the sea, and it looks like we are in for a dismal day.
Hubby intends to harvest our leek, which is the last of our produce this year. They have taken an age to grow, but there is only one of any significance. I take my hat off to the farmers here who grow them, and have a very fond memory of asking one if he could spare a couple for our stew one day when we were living in the cottage. He gave me an armful and I had to give some back as no way would I use them all. As it turned out, I made leek and potato soup as well as the stew and froze the rest.