Bagatelle

We popped down the hill to the Saltaire Festival for our annual churro fix (extra).

After browsing the stalls and taking in some music we retired to Roberts Park and found a fine tree to throw a tennis ball through. It was a sort of arboreal bagatelle with bonus points for ending up in one of the holes fomed by the buttress roots. After a couple of minutes a squirrel popped out  with a real "Don't you know people live here" look, so we finished and left it in peace.