It turned into a reasonable afternoon and I have again been down the garden to see if I can get some more damsons from the tree that overhangs the brook. Without putting myself in mortal danger, I don't think I can get any more, but I did get another pound which will make me another batch of damson yoghurt. Still picking twigs out of my hair. I also proved conclusively that I can't hear my oven timer at the end of the garden - result : a somewhat over-baked sponge. 
Good Morning Sunday 8th November 2026
What colour shoes/boots to wear.






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