For our first BBQ with our new neighbours, it rained….not a little drizzle. Torrential rain.
Eric (our amazing neighbour – I think we’re going to mention him a lot) had brought his BBQ (they cook on wood – so he started it a few hours beforehand – so much planning) and he cooked the stuff in the rain. We had to retreat to ‘Le bungalow’ to eat. Nevermind.
The next morning:
Overflowing gutters, leaking into the barn and into the cellar. (didn’t I spend a morning emptying it with a plastic tub?)
Discovering some strange-cool slugs along the way: