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Gardening by dusk. I don’t think it will catch on as a sport.
Turned the compost bin (don’t ask me why) except it was energetic work and most satisfying. I love it when you have two full bins and after a month of rain, cold and compost magic you can incorporate the contents into one.

Potted up six lily bulbs and buried them in the potager. Saw lots more deer tracks all over my beds. Grrr. So it felt all the better that I built my little plastic cloche and put them over the remaining cabbage and lettuce.

I bought the cloche too for 99 p and of course curses, curses, curses I didn’t get more. And Nicolas felt the same. Prices in London are so much cheaper than here – if you are prepared to trek out to the cheapo shop and rummage.

Nicolas came by today to work out a proper quote for the wall work over the next few months. Poor man has had three weeks of enforced rest owing to almost chopping his finger off with a hatchet in the forest at the end of the year. He will be here next week, but will be steering clear of anything sharp.

I spent the day as expected perched on windowsills – results are fine. The shutters just look normal now. And then this afternoon I had the lovely distraction of Bernard arriving to build my potting shed roof. In only thee hours he has put up the roof. Well, a bit more tinkering and extra bits of roofing still to go, but it’s a delight. I’m going to have a combination of potting shed, cold frame and poly tunnel once its done. Bliss.

Right, enough note taking and taking stock. Time to bleed the radiators, they are all chirping merrily. I managed to ignore them most of the day, as it was too glorious and sunny outside to want to stand by a radiator or six and bleed them.