Last Saturday we had our Winter flu jabs and four days later the farmer went down with an absolute streaming cold. Probably there is no connection between the two events but he has had a couple of days of heavy head cold although he has felt fine. So far I haven't caught it but I am taking Lemsip and having a hot toddy at bedtime to ward it off (well that's my excuse). Today he is almost back to normal - most of his day has been taken up with sweeping up pine cones and needles on the drive. This is a never ending job but if he doesn't keep doing it they fill the gutters round the house and they also paddle into the house, especially when the weather is damp.
Tomorrow is the last walk of the season for him and the group intend to climb Penn Hill, our local high point. The leader last did it when he was sixty and wants to do it again tomorrow now that he is seventy. As good a reason as any.
I shall be out to lunch (surprise, surprise) with three friends. Tomorrow we are going to The Friar's Head at Akebar, which is not far away and does delicious meals. If the menu is particularly good I will make your mouths water tomorrow.
There is no doubt about the season now is there? Pleasant weather here and quite warm, but the mornings are chilly and tonight the forecast is for the temperature to drop to 1 degree. We are having a good crop of runner beans but any frost will bring them to an abrupt end. It has been a really good year in the garden though and my 'garden freezer ' is crammed to bursting with gooseberries, raspberries, peas, broad beans and runner beans.
On the hen front the new pullets are beginning to lay with two of them laying - and laying in the nest box. Interestingly, they stay out in the run until the farmer goes down to shut them in at night and when he goes to let them out in the morning they are clustered round the entrance waiting for him to open the door. It will soon be time to let them become free range, so that they can peck about in the fields, but the last lot were very difficult to get in at night, preferring to fly up onto the top of the straw bale stack and spend the night up there. We shall see.