The Drain Man Cometh.

A man turned up first thing this morning to conduct a drain survey. Having stomped irritatingly around my garden, and having made a hole in my hedgerow, he finally left four hours later. And still he couldn’t answer the question ‘Where do it come from? Where do it go?’

And then I got busy, and stayed busy until 1.30am. Hence the reason for there being no blog posts this evening. (And I still have an email to send with attachments.)

So have a picture of a typical Cotswold church at Snowshill in Gloucestershire by way of compensation. It’s built of oolitic limestone, so now you know.