Retrenchment

A relatively quiet day today, and certainly no activity worthy of a picture.  The Youngest bounded in this morning to give me my Father's Day card (note from The Wife: it was addressed to "bad" - mainly the problem with words is dispiriting but very occasionally you do have to laugh) and present and not much later Big Al came down with a bottle of beer.  Not a bad start to the day.  After taking the dogs out for a walk, I reversed the car into the drive and we dragged out an accumulation of garden rubbish to take to the recycling centre.

As I have previously mentioned, The Wife has got her heart set on getting some chickens, and we have been debating about where to site the hen house and the run.  We finally decided today on the far south border, which is currently overrun with bamboo.  The early evening was spent cutting back some of the more extravagant growth, but there is a great deal more work to do (further note from the Wife - the beer accompanied him to the garden).

We retired to the house to enjoy a lovely dinner, including freshly picked French Beans, the Broad beans we picked last night and salad from the beds.  I know it is a cliche, but it is extraordinary how good the fresh food tastes by comparison to its supermarket compatriots.