On another soporific, gloomy, mid-afternoon I ventured into the garden in search of something interesting.
First I needed to negotiate the accumulated rubbish bags outside the stable door. There will be more by the time the bin-men collect them tomorrow.
Our temperature has warmed enough to set the Waterboy fountain flowing freely.
Jackie’s weatherworn wooden mushrooms have been uprooted.
Our garden statuary such as Autumn and Florence continue to gather lichen.
A few stubborn leaves cling to the almost stripped copper beach.
Just a minute. What loiters there behind the bushes?
Ah. Becky had said to Ellie: “Let’s lurk and be something interesting for Grandpa”.
Then the rain set in.
This evening Jackie kept a warm turkey and vegetable stewp on the hob and we all helped ourselves in our own time to portions of this wholesome repast accompanied by fresh crusty bread and butter with which we scurried away to our chosen nests for tasty consumption.