Buffalo grass

Where are the buffalo when you need them?

The garden was looking like a scene from Dances with Wolves minus the wolves. Three feet high banks of grass waving serenely in the summer sun waiting for the grim reaper, ie me and my strimmer.

So although we were determined to have a day of doing absolutely nothing we ended up spending a few hours trying to get things ship shape and Bristol fashion.

Work is the new rest.

Now for a mezze type dinner and a G&T