Bridgey Perrin (it takes a leap to get the reference)
Here are some pictures of the little bridge over the beck, to show how the water level rose and fell. Of course, I haven’t got one of *normal* level but it’s lower usually than it is now.
These aren’t ordinary planks of wood, they’re very heavy chunks of railway sleeper. But this is the worst of the harm done and it’s nothing at all. Posting these pictures is simply done to indicate the rise and fall of the water here, not to suggest that we have suffered in the least.
Today, I’ve removed the bones from the beef joint and they’re turning into stock in the bottom oven. We had lovely rare roast beef, with a bean salad and pickles, for lunch, and dinner will take care of itself in due course. The little chicken is quite happy and has eaten her breakfast and lunch, but I still hope to catch her sooner or later. I have a feeling that she spends a lot of time hunkered down in the compost heap but I’ll have to climb over that to check it out, which may frighten her off. I am not going to fuss about it. Not much, anyway.