Caught Up In your wishing well

Himself and I took a wee trip up to the allotment tonight.

It was weirdly warm- the forecast had been for lightning, but there was no sign of that, sadly.

No one there, it was beautiful. The noise of the wind rustling through the trees, and the birds calling out to each other to send each other to bed.

There was rustling in the undergrowth, rabbits and frogs mibby?

We did see a wee froggy jumping around looking for slugs. We told him. - there are seven on our lettuces!! Go fetch!