Fungus

I knew we'd be too busy nattering to walk Minty this afternoon, so I nipped up the road with him in the morning. The only photo I took was of this newly-formed fungus on the bench. Not very exciting unless you're into fungus, which I'm not.

Old friends Gill and Fiona came for a leisurely lunch, which was deemed a success thanks to St Michael, patron saint of convenience food, followed by a putting of the world to rights.

Gill then stayed the night, which explains why I'm a day late posting my blip.