"A word on the spot is worth a cartload of recollections"
James Maggs, Southwold diarist 1797-1890
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
It's a beautiful, clear blue day without a breath of wind. Nick is still slumbering. I'm on my fifth cup of tea. I can't say I'm raring to go though, still being a tad weary after yesterday's 12 hour marathon.
Nick's dressing gown has been on the porch for 2 days. Some insects bit him on Senja, and he got it into his head that they've taken up residence in his dressing gown. So he is keeping it outside, as he put it, to "freeze their ***s off". I told him it's no use, they'll only go into hibernation.