I called it. Another day of work in the balmy greenhouse lifted me right out of my boots. Well, actually I was going about my business, breaking up garlic seed, when Rufus started to strip down; first his jacket, then his boots. Arrested by the thought of him being barefoot before me in 2021, I dropped what I was doing and chucked off my chore boots, crampons and all, ignoring the fact that I would undoubtedly step in rabbit shit at some point (they’ve found a convenient winter bunker in G3). The first barefoot day is nothing to play with. We tied.