Not too hot, not too cold. I lack only a friend to sip with. And a patio.
It's 7 o'clock and my mate is still out working somewhere (so that I can enjoy this luxurious lifestyle, he'd be sure to say). It's just me, the dogs, the cattle and the wine.
I didn't wait supper though. I've had steamed potatoes and broccoli, and marinated sirloin tip steak. The kitchen's smoky; I'm frying a second helping of steak.
A bike ride might be beckoning. I haven't seen the baby teals today; they were nowhere in sight when I walked north, earlier.