Back in Ye Olde Times, of course, when deep Winter nights began at 4.30ish and didn't finish until 15 hours later, people used to have two sleeps. With no artificial lights to keep them awake into the later evenings doing Ye Olde Time stuff like sweeping the hearth, emptying the po and catching up with the latest hoo-ha in Ye Olde Eastenders or Ye Olde Archers on Ye Olde i-Player, they would retire in the early evening for Sleep Number 1, then wake around midnight for a couple of quiet hours doing - I don't know- whispering, clanging around in the dark, various sorts of hanky-panky, before going back to the Land of Nod for Sleep Number 2. Sounds sensible, n'est pas? Can't see it catching on nowadays, not now electricity has established its iron grip on the functioning of society, but I can see why it's a more natural approach to living. Up with the sun, down with the moon, meet you at midnight for a candlelit supper. (I so wanted to make that nugget of wisdom rhyme, but the only things I could think of that rhymed with 'moon' were 'loon' and 'spoon,' neither of which suited the spirit of the occasion.)
Andy, meanwhile, was in the garden embarking on the making of the new raised beds. We are into 'structure mode' now. The swing ensemble has been dismantled; there was talk over breakfast of mulching using the Mount Everest pile of leaf mould we have raked up, and archway walks. I said that archway walk installation would be VERY good, given that around two thirds of the 150 or so sweet peas I planted have germinated and that's a lot of sweet peas that will need something to climb up come the Springtime.