22 & 23 September 2017 In which the gardener brings lovely vegetables, the hens enjoy a patch of sun and we get a new hob fitted while preparing Crocus tulips and narcissi bulbs for Christmas. I go to a pub for a vegan supper and remember the ‘One Solitary Life Players’. We lay the foundation for the shed base and Rosie gets lost in the cement! poem ‘A secret Time for Pigs’