1. We treat ourselves to a day off and spend most of it sat together on the sofa, with a snoring dog and a rotating selection of cats. For me, the day is about a feeling of cosy warmth: from reading in my pyjamas, with my double socks and under a blanket, in the morning to the inner toastiness provided by the giant cottage pie in the evening.

2. For one reason or another, the ground is considerably higher on one side of the wall than the other – and we’re more familiar with the wall from the higher side so from the lower side, the wall appears disproportionately tall. On the lower track, it mirrors the tall cliffs further up the cutting and, as with all the other assorted constructions around the woods, it makes us think of the hands that cut and carried the rocks into place 150years ago.

3. I watch, through the oven glass, through the pyrex, waiting for the contents of the pie to start bubbling.