Clocks back. Extra hour in bed but who needs that these days? I was up and about as per, and busy making two tomato and cheese tarts by 8am. They turned out to be pretty disastrous, but my bread, which I also rustled up this morning and we had for lunch, was a triumph.
Quiet old day really. Will, Bob and I dismantled a large and unsightly "jump" we had previously erected in one of the fields with yours truly contributing the brains and the other two the brawn. Otherwise we all pootled about digging out pumpkins, trying to pretend Sophie's pumpkin soup was delicious and planning what I should do in the next three months. Will thinks either climb Mt Kilimanjaro or go on a polo course to Argentina, but that kite surfing is a non starter. Prob right.
Bob and I went for a run in the afternoon and, oh joy, were spotted by Mark Johnston as we thundered up his hill. Pose value.
Darkness at 5.00pm. Bunkering down with a fire, a bottle of Jurancon Sec and for the first time ever I am looking forward to Downton Abbey at 9.00pm without the stress of needing to be in bed by 10.
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