From my patio

I have a patio down the bottom of the garden. It's my place!

I asked for several years for it to be built and spent the best part of two summers digging out trees, roots and lumps of concrete in an effort to shame Andrew into building it for me.

He watched and let me carry on.

Eventually I managed to bribe him with a long weekend away in exchange for a weekend of concrete mixing and laying York stone.

This was the sunset tonight from my patio and, turning my back to that here's an almost full moon.