Blue bandage, rusty wheelbarrow and barbed wire

This scene is what you might call the "back premises" of the village bowling club, while the bowling green itself, completely covered in snow, is the white you can see in the background.

There is a bit of a hold-up in the next job that P is working on - the script-writer isn't happy *sharp intake of breath* - so she doesn't need to go down to Bristol this week, which means that I also have a break from house/dog/cat-sitting duties. I feel as if I'm on holiday!

Today's predicted snow hasn't arrived. Yet...