Cornflower

Some nice bright sunshine today, but still that nasty nippy wind; we decided not to go up to the allotment but went instead to Stockbridge market, by way of the Dean gardens. We then picked up a few essentials in Scotmid, where a young upper-class tw*t tried to engage us in witty (he thought) conversation. Mr H managed a mumbled response, whereas I just smiled, but not with the eyes, you understand. |-)

An enjoyable afternoon of tidying and much shredding, then discovering that I've forgotten several chords on the banjo. Oh, my ears and whiskers.

The pic is of a (variety of?) cornflower that was looking very good in the gardens. Actually it was a deeper blue than this (the other photo got the colour better but was out of focus).