Sunday 3rd November
Every Cloud has a Silver Lining...
...I thought, as I perused the fallen timber after the storm: but this heap of logs is all that remains of the massive chestnut tree which measured its length across the Avenue. The large trunk I had dibs on has disappeared, which is a pity because I have just finished drawing up the plans for my new dog-house, a residence with style.
Now it looks as though it will have to remain a pipe dream!
