I must be the only Irishman in the world to have ever bought stones.
It all started when we decided we wanted someplace to sit out and have dinner or a few drinks when friends came over.
(I blame that film “French Kiss,” when Kevin Kline’s family are having sunday dinner at a huge table under a tree in a vineyard on a gorgeous summer’s day, drinking wine and arguing with each other in French. It always sounds so much more romantic when you can’t understand the words. Love that film!)
“Right, so!” says I. “I’ll build a patio.” Read the rest of this entry »