Calamity

Not a date any of us want to remember. Last night a particularly vicious frost took to us with a vengeance. As a result we have lost about half our beloved crop, despite our valiant attempts to frost-fight. “Bugger!” you could fairly say.

Richard in foulest of moods. Mike looking shell shocked. The Proprietor weeping like a girl. Rest of staff, horrified of the sight of grown men cry are looking anywhere but.  Oh dear.