Wednesday - Evening
"Oh, he's around back splitting wood, good luck with whatever has been rooting around, I've got more patience for it that my mum, but that doesn't mean much." She returns to her gardening and the three of you begin to circle around back, as you approach you can hear the repetitive kachunk sound of an axe striking wood. A few more steps and you're around to the back, and from what you can tell Mellar woman have similar taste in men. Probably half a score years of age older than you, his arms are corded with muscles and his skin is tanned from hours under the sun on the farm. He wears a broad-brimmed straw hat which covers a shaggy golden blond mop of hair. He doesn't seem to pay any attention to you, although you get the sense that he knows you are there, the axe going up, kachunk, down splitting a log, then another is in its place, kachunk.
"Oh, he's around back splitting wood, good luck with whatever has been rooting around, I've got more patience for it that my mum, but that doesn't mean much." She returns to her gardening and the three of you begin to circle around back, as you approach you can hear the repetitive kachunk sound of an axe striking wood. A few more steps and you're around to the back, and from what you can tell Mellar woman have similar taste in men. Probably half a score years of age older than you, his arms are corded with muscles and his skin is tanned from hours under the sun on the farm. He wears a broad-brimmed straw hat which covers a shaggy golden blond mop of hair. He doesn't seem to pay any attention to you, although you get the sense that he knows you are there, the axe going up, kachunk, down splitting a log, then another is in its place, kachunk.