There has been another day of sorting out: the Tonka Toy was still with us, and its mission, whether it chose to accept it or not, was to tidy up the compost-heap area, and to flatten the walk by the lake sufficiently for it to be mown with a ride-on (the ride-on has just died of senility but that is another problem). The AG’s parents and Miss T once more turned out to lend a hand, and the results were amazing. By the end of the day, we had a walk that really looked like a walk, the pile of crud on the site of the old Nissen hut had vanished, and in all kinds of ways, things were considerably spruced. In the middle of all this, Sam’s people turned up with a horsebox and a nice fat little pony called Barley. He and Sam, rather touchingly, became instant best friends, they spent the afternoon grooming each other, and are pottering around togetherr clearly in the most ireinic of spirits. Sam is going to have to go away for a bit to get some Education, apparently, so we will just have Barley who I hope does not pine. The lake is very magic at the moment. The water is extraordinarily clear, and you can see the trout patrolling to and fro, even in the deep bits. There seem to be hundreds of the things; but in the slanting afternoon light there is a perfect haze of insects dancing up and down above the water, so I’m sure they can make a living.