Sometimes (often actually) I am still amazed by this house and land. We have cut a path up to the rock wall so that we can explore the garden without being attacked by the brambles and ticks (I already have an outstanding prescription for Doxycycline thanks to a tick which had attached itself to what is medically termed the inner thigh, but I like to call the outer scrote...). The last part of the garden in the sun is up by the wall - I sat on a sun-warmed rock drinking a glass of cheap red wine. Doesn't get much better than that.
