And… we’re back. It was lovely there as ever and the weather was actually consistently the best I’ve ever known it there – coastal Pembrokeshire tends to be changeable. We went out and about a bit and slept quite a lot and read quite a few books. Pretty well no internet, though it bobbed up once in a while, emails downloaded and I couldn’t reply to them, though I needed to, so trips out were punctuated by my checking the phone to see if there was a signal.
I daresay I’ll learn to switch off completely one day, but I suspect I’ll be sans pretty well everything by then.
It rained at last, once we were home, so I haven’t investigated the garden much yet. I see that one marrow escaped Wince’s eyes, which I’ll pick tomorrow and give to the chickens. If I can be bothered to chop it up, they’ll eat it all but if I just cut it in half then they’ll eat the seeds and a bit of the flesh. What I did pick was the first of the sweetcorn, which were our first course for dinner. As ever, I started eating at once, so my mouth is burnt, but the young, delicious cobs are worth it.
Having had a good rain, I’m ready for more sunshine now, please.