A quiet day.

The long ( and what will doubtless prove to be eventful) process of restoring the ramshackle old house began in earnest yesterday - the kitchen fitters and builders showed up at eight on the dot to start work. Wilf and Digby were out to greet them, alert for the possibility that a jaffa cake might be in the offing. It turned out to be another beautiful spring like sunny morning so off with the two boyz in the car to the local market. It is clearly the radish harvest - rows upon row of stalls selling radishes. What in heavens name do the locals do with them ? There has to be a limit to how many a person can eat. Madame Bay will doubtless enlighten us.

En route to the market we stopped off for a walk through the fields and came across this rather unsettling figure on a bench by the church in the neighbouring village. If I'd come across it at night it would have been decidedly scary. Memories of Wickerman. Neither of the boyz paid it any attention - clearly not jaffa cake material.

The spring bulbs have been encouraged by the arrival of the warmer weather and their shoots are sprouting everywhere. Digby has found a quiet, shady spot by the well which he can retire to when seeking peace from his big brothers boisterous antics. He somehow seems to think that he's quite invisible in his little daffodil filled woodland corner.