Out there

What does one do at the end of a long day doing much too much in the garden?

Exactly - one takes a coffee and a smoke out into the arbor under the canopy, lights a citonella burner and settles back to ponder how tired one is and how much one hurts whilst listening to the sounds of the gentle drizzle on the canvas above while the corrugated iron fence a few metres away vibrates in synch with the beat when a certain bass frequency put out by the speakers of the sound system from the public venue 50 metres away, a stand of vegetation and 5 metres below us is applied.

Just goes to show how fast sound travels. Really out there, man.

Now that was worth waiting for. Eh.