Dave soon got to work this morning, doing the capping on the first part of the longest stretch of wall. It had been lovely to see him - last time was back in October when I dropped in some shopping as he was under the weather with an illness from which he's still recovering. We stopped abruptly, having hoped to finish that section before the winter, but no harm has been done by the frosts.
I, meanwhile, had twigged that there wasn't a job for me. The Sage doesn't believe in talking things through in advance, and I'd cancelled my usual Friday session at Year 9 music - if he'd said, I'd have gone along as usual. I'd been working in the garden for quite some time already in fact, as I had a sleepless night, awake after half an hour's nap at 1.15 and up from about 2.30. I did a particularly boring bit of work on the computer that I'm rather pleased to have got to grips with, well before the deadline, and was out before 6. It was a lovely day and I enjoyed planting the squashes that had been waiting in their pots.
There's still loads to do, though. I've got a busy weekend to come.
We had lunch on the lawn, with bantams, the cock pheasant and a large rabbit wandering around. They hardly bother to move out of the way when we approach.