I can really recommend visiting Broadwindsor to take a swift shufti at the scarecrows. They are amazingly life-like and many of them actually walk around the village and not just on one day of the year – they can be seen at any time! Anyway I’ve got to get on with barricading the doors, cancelling the newspapers and laying in stocks of the essentials of life. Sadly I will not be able to visit a watering hole for the next month or so. Why publicans have to convince themselves that the whole world is interested in watching a bunch of yobs kick a ball about a bit of grass, a parade of semi-literate Neanderthals discussing a bunch of yobs kicking a ball about a bit of grass or droning on about the prospects, in terms only slightly more sophisticated than barking, of any particular bunch of yobs kicking a ball about bit of grass successfully completely defeats me. Still life, of sorts, goes on and I shall just have to make the best of it.