Gardening and The Earl of Hell's Breeches

What fun gardening in the sun with my cat friend "helping".  Although it's a bit off-putting wielding the secateurs when a pouncing cat's about.

The garden at Aimo's House is both Buxton Slug Sanctuary and a daddy-long-legs factory.  We must be responsible for a high percentage of the Peak District's output of them.  In late summer when they invade the house it gets a bit like The Birds; except with daddy-long-legses instead of birds.

Not that I want to make you jealous, but I am just in the sun doing a bit of gardening and also reading this book Aimo brought back from The Falklands:

A Glossary

My favourite thing: a glossary of obscure vocabulary.  Some of the words are just old-fashioned, some Scottish, as there have been a lot of Scottish settlers in The Falklands, and some are completely unfamiliar to me, being Spanish.  A have one little treat for you today, a wonderful expression, which I will be glad to use in Fleams:

Black as the Earl of Hell's Breeches
A description of the weather, meaning a foggy, dark, winter night without moon or stars.

Now that's a quality glossary.