I start with a damp photograph of the church this morning, it has rained during the night and there are grey tones to the world outside. Yesterday the wind was strong, chairs went flying in the garden and the bird house was blown over. Did not worry the sparrows in the least, they played around trying to find the seed in the fallen bird house. You will notice the pots of flowers in front of the graves, on the first day we were here I noticed how three women came and cleared up the dead plants. I like to think that they worried about our view, it would have been a nice thought. LS spoke to someone in the graveyard the other day, they had come all the way from New Zealand to look up ancestors here in this village, is it not remarkable 'ancestor worship'
My plans for hens and dogs (a dog) has been put on hold till we get the back garden fenced. Firstly we need a path from the garage to the kitchen to be put down, and a paver came yesterday, and viewed the rather beautiful York stone we have round the house, said it was too expensive and very slippery in winter and that we needed 'Indian' look alike stone, which is much thinner but just as durable. Luckily his next door neighbour in Malton was a fencer, weird how everyone knows someone else who does this or that... But on the strength of that, I have ordered my chicken hutch, whether it will arrive flat pack heaven knows.
LS over a cup of tea this morning said 'you are in charge of the stove', so what does that mean I wonder? do I organise logs or coal (it is a multi fuel stove), never even looked inside, though I can lay a good fire which will start 99% of the time. Note my little Christmas rocking horse, rocking into the future.