I’ve spent a nice afternoon in the garden, painting and tidying up.

In the three years of the bar, with a couple of years beforehand at the Schooner, I’d not spent much time in what is actually a great little garden.

The next job, delayed from a time when I had a proper job, will be to fit a stove in the old shed at the top of the garden.

At the rate I’m going, I should get round to that next year.