After retiring to bed early on Friday night I felt remarkably fresh even in the earliest of waking hours on Saturday morning and was able to leap gazelle-like from my bed to greet the day.
It was bright and sunny so I set about a job I have been meaning to do for ages: Clearing out the shed of all the junk and taking it to the recycling centre. I can now actually get into the shed and move about freely!








So, we had a few beers in The Salisbury, a wonderful pub, lined with exquisitely etched mirrors, windows and elaborate art nouveau fittings.























