Our house is starting to be less of a thing we work on and more of a thing we work in. Still, there’s plenty to work on. We finished the landing above the stairs and the curtains in the spare room and then there was dancing. Or at least, stretching and plotting for dancing:
And went for a wander in south Wellington, complete with horses running about in a paddock as dusk fell. For values of “paddock” that include steep, covered in gorse, with one track zig-zagging up it, and seven horses coming down that path as we tried to walk up it. We didn’t get trampled, but I was glad that horses are herbivores.