Tempus Fugit

Yesterday saw the first barbecue of the season. To escape the smoke we repaired to the gin terrace for pre barbecue drinks and nibbles. (Lachlan had made vol-au-vents – lockdown is pushing his culinary efforts ever onwards). It was crystal clear (above the smoke level) and the Cheviot stood out sharply. Even Lyra admired theContinue reading “Tempus Fugit”