On this bright, sunny, day Barry of
was able to complete the work on the Velux window roof.
He tapped down the lead using a tool that had once belonged to Owen’s great grandfather;
tested the result for smoothness in his usual careful manner;
and employed Karen’s hair dryer to avoid the possibility of his normal heater cracking the glass.
This afforded him time for contemplation.
A walk round the garden revealed a somewhat nibbled mushroom sprouting in the stumpery.
Muggle was at home in his larch.
Nugget still looked him up now and then. Otherwise he foraged for himself.
“Where’s Nugget” (46).
Barry sent me the first two pictures on this post, with a set
depicting the completed project.
Note the spirit levels in this one.
Keeping her very discreetly out of our way, Barry brought his delightful spaniel Khaleesi with him, and included some pictures of her.
Apart from a spell on the Westbrook Arbour bench,
she remained in the van.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy sausages in red wine; roast potatoes; crunchy carrots and firm broccoli, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank Patrick Chodot Fleuri 2018.