November, even a mild one as we are having in Southern England, usually makes its winters credentials apparent, through mists and murky skies, and this has been no exception.
The infrastructure projects have slowed: the new terracing is done, the repointing of the York stone pavers complete and the preparatory works for a new water capture project all in hand, though the specialist we were hoping to meet to discuss the options seems to have come into his or her own little lockdown isolation. I’m not sure what that means, given we need to have done everything before the big wedding push next year or postpone it until the next autumn. I expect we will have a plan over the next month.
Meanwhile there has been continued colour. Come plants have gone off piste in terms of seasons and everywhere is pretty ordered. The two beds that will frame any marquee next year have been seeded with poppies for some spring colour. These will then be ripped out and the beds replaced with the chosen wedding plants. So far so good as the poppies are already established and should survive whatever winter we now have.
And we’re building a new shed. The corner of the working. Compound has been cleared and the ground levelled and the shed panels creosoted.
I’d forgotten how persistent a smell is creosote. It must be touch a go whether being a fence creosoter or a fish gutter is the least likely career to encourage an intimate relationship. I wore all the masks etc yet it took a good three baths to begin to suppress the smell. Yuk!
Here are a few pics, randomly selected
And one or two of dog…., some from the children that were taken last Christmas and have only just seen the light of day…