Ole Mr Spike is confused, no warm radiators but a rather splendid wooden sun terrace in the garden to lay on all day cooking.
Mrs Fogg has finally emerged from the computer screen having spent pretty much all day New Zealand booking- and what does she have to show for this effort? Hmm, three hotels booked, one island ferry, UK flights, UK hotel and confirmation that there are absolutely NO hotel rooms left in Wellington on the 4th Feb. Nice to know.
Back to the BBQ (after shiftin 1 tonne of logs for the fire and a trip out on the baby Hogg), it’s a trial run of posh venison burgers for me, but plain old beef for Mrs Fogg (plus a cooked spider that had setup home in the BBQ and ended up part of her burger, shhh I won’t tell if you don’t).
Time to sample…….