Good morning. Clouds starting to move away after a night of heavy rain. Sheep are having a real treat today as my wife agreed to them grazing part of the garden. Most of them are still in the field, waiting to see if anything bad happens to the advance party, wary that this is just too good to be true.
My outhouse memories are not at all rural, I was brought up in a large city. The houses where my grandparents lived each had outside toilets, all in a long row. Theirs was somewhere around the middle of the row and had a green door, which didn't help much in finding the right one at night - or even day, as the same tin of paint must have been used on them all. In winter a Kelly lamp with a flame the size of a small birthday candle provided just enough heat to stop the pipes freezing. Toilet seat was a composite material with the same thermal conductivity as a slab of granite, the trick was to spread a layer of toilet paper on top before taking a seat for as short a period as possible. Seems a long time since toilet paper was in such plentiful supply.