Fog on the Lake

Taken on Admin1’s new phone, a view over the rooftops to a misty Gledhow Valley Lake, looking like a Chinese painting.
Sadly Gez had the corona so we missed our family meal and did the quiz over the phone: 12 points, including several contributions from the invalid. Yay!
Admin1 is reading Going Postal by Sir Terry Pratchett. Admin2 is reading The Dark Remains by William McIlvanney and Ian Rankin.


All day we have been veiled in fog. A man came round to cut off the top of the laurel tree in the centre of the picture so the sight has changed and Admin1 has animated the picture on the webcam so the site has changed too.
Admin1 is rereading Wyrd Sisters by Sir Terry Pratchett. Admin2 is reading Vacant Possession by Dame Hilary Mantel, which is also wyrd.
We scored 9 on the GSQ.

Moon, Clouds, Planet

The moon shining down in a misty sky. This morning was properly foggy.
We had our family meal of chicken, bacon and broccoli and apple meringue (we are constantly trying out new recipes to get shot of our glut of apples) and scored a magnificent THIRTEEN on the GSQ.
Admin1 is rereading Monstrous Regiment by Sir Terry Pratchett. Admin2 is rereading Beyond Black by Dame Hilary Mantel, which is beyond brilliant.

Brolly Poor Show

Storm Claudio came in the night, uprooted our garden parasol and tossed it down onto the lawn far below among the autumn leaves.
Admin1 is rereading Maskerade by Sir Terry Pratchett. Admin2 is reading Widowland by SJ Carey; The Handmaid’s Tale meets The Man in the High Castle meets Nineteen Eighty-Four, set in 1953 when the new king is about to be crowned.

Silvery Moon (& Jupiter)

The almost-full moon through a veil of cirrus, and a planet so close it looks like a little ball.
Admin1 is rereading Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett. Admin2 is rereading The Evidence by Christopher Priest.
Next day: the family came round for stroggers and sticky toffee apple pudding and we scored a respectable 10 on the GSQ.

Causing a Fence

We have been meaning to get our half-dead overgrown hedge which brings down the tone of the area removed for ages, even though it is a godsend to wildlife, but we just don’t have the time, tools, skills, energy or chops to look after it. So when a man came to our door offering to change it for a fence we were receptive. Asked him to leave his business card and later found a leaflet from a well-regarded company in the letterbox so told him to go ahead, having also been assured he had a chipper and digger. They were a different company with no machinery except a chainsaw. They ended up hauling away seven tons of trees by hand and we ended up paying three times the estimate. So it goes. Still we do have a fence.