Peter Spencer came with two boxes of eggs.
Said that his “girls” were broody, which isn’t good. At this kind of weather (spring, nice) they want to nest, become pecky and don’t eat properly. No good.
One led to another, I mentioned the dreaded Japanese knot weed in our neighbour’s garden. Peter asked to have a look, and while there offered to string the corner of the garden full of nettle.
We talked about art and life. I asked him, if this life style he has now is what he ultimately wants? (I seem to be asking everyone awkward questions these days)