Tuesday was our last swim of the year (I am not counting a visit to the swimming pool yesterday, which was warm and chemical). At Vobster, we ended on a high note of December sunlight, an exceptionally mild 10 degrees, and Fiona’s chocolate caramel shortbread. The two figures in the foreground are Ruth and me though, because I rather thought our swimming attire looked jolly together, and I have amusing writing across my new swimming costume bottom, especially designed and ordered by Plum for a relay race next month. On the front of it there are appropriate snowflakes, but it’s barely even cold yet!
I have no drawing for it but today I also did my first swim of 2016: It was Clevedon New Year’s Day swim, a quite different setting and a mass affair accompanied by much shrieking from those foolhardy enough to think that leaping into 8 degrees does not require a little practice…
It is the new look. It stops the aliens reading my mind.
In the summer I had highlights brought on by gardening in the sun, now they are growing out and I have never had highlights put in by human hand before. I have been sat in front of a mirror looking like this, there was really only one thing for it.
Arthur and Percy had a little something of turkey giblets for afternoon tea. They also had a little game from the game pie that Tony is making, for second breakfast. This, of course, in addition to ordinary breakfast and tea. It has been a busy day, so much so that as a special concession, Arthur’s second little something was served to him whilst on Boiler Duty, which is of course not usually allowed, and Percy’s whilst on Greenhouse Duty.
We have a new fancy-pants wood-pellet boiler. It is much greener than the old oil boiler, but Arthur is concerned that it is insufficiently insulated and that too much heat escapes out of the top of it. He has therefore taken it upon himself to act as a heat-sink and soak up some of this excess heat, and store it within his person so that it may be available at a later date.