Today we have something completely different to record … the water butt outside the back door was dead and exhibiting pronounced rigor mortis this morning. “No problem”, said I, “the work of a jiffy to have that upright again, probably toppled by a raccoon”.
Hah! Nearly broke my back. We have had so much rain prior to Christmas and the subsequent extreme fall in temperatures that it had filled, frozen solid and the enormous block of ice that ensued has expanded, as ice does, and put a huge bulge in the bottom of the barrel. It must have turned itself, in effect, into a giant kelly doll and simply rolled off its perch with the winds we had yesterday.