An idyllic evening

Up at six, to write a few things down, and then back to bed, and slept a further few hours. An overcast and threatening day, that finally gave us half an hour of heavy rain, and two measly cracks of thunder, which Anton texted me about saying that I had hexed him. Me, thunder loving cove that I am, had been yearning for thunder all along, and obviously Anton, having to work on a house caged in metal scaffolding, strangely averse to violent electrical storms.

Lorraine and I tidying the house and making good the craft room again, where I hope to embark on some glassmaking soon.

Off late afternoon, picking up Anton en route, and off to Steyning. The weather miraculously improved, and we sat outside the back of Dawn's house on an idyllic summer's evening, and mooched off to the allotment, where Dawn had been growing beetroots, and onions and purple beans and all kinds of other things. Lovely place there. Then back to drink beer and eat some delicious lasagne and salads and the summer pudding that Lorraine had made.

Home then, feeling happy. There's nothing like hanging out with your wife and your pals.

Below Anton, Dawn and Lorraine chill out and take in the view, the allotment, with Dawn brandishing a cornucopia of beards and odd carrots and beets, two other shots in the allotment, and beautiful blue damsons in the tree in Dawn's back garden,