Not my garden

In a break from the norm, here's a photo from Lavaur - the old railway bridge from the road bridge to Labastide.  The gorge here is alarmingly deep so I kept well back from the edge...

More vet stuff for TallGirl, more school for CarbBoy, and more clinging onto the edge of the cliff with fingertips for me and Mr B.  I know that sounds very melodramatic.  It's meant to.  Everything's changed.

On a not entirely unrelated note, I plucked up the courage to call my Mam tonight.  I said 'umm' and 'uh-huh' a lot.  

And I started tackling the form mountain.