Well, the wonderful weather of this past week, apart from a trace of Icelandic volcanic ash, has doubtless tempted many of us to bring the
Sacred Black Orb out of hibernation.....
After Ned the groundsman had trimmed the verdant acres around BEagle Towers last night, Old Scrotum (my trusty wrinkled retainer) served the first Pimms' of the year. A pint thereof....
This was followed by a ritual firing-up of the trusty blackfellow; on this occasion it had a Germanic flavour as Bratwurst mit Bratkartoffeln were duly prepared. Washed down with Paulaner Hefe-Weißier, naturally.
This weekend looks like an ideal opportunity for Man to practise Fire and Beast once again - at least it does here in British West Oxfordshire.
Happy Weber-ing to one and all!
To keep trolls happy, I saw a VC10 flying today.....