Log

A full on Saturday for me, we both walked the 6 miles into town and back this morning. A fast, energetic and competitive rugby match to referee this afternoon while Susan did her usual Saturday afternoon jobs.

Now looking forward to a relaxing Saturday evening. Salmon and tarragon with sweet potato wedges. A favourite. And a glass or so of wine of course.

There are plenty of wonderful rotting logs on the road through Mote Park. I wonder what tales this tree could tell?

Edit: Rather fewer than me I suspect as, counting the rings this tree is only 40 years old and must have been planted after I came to Maidstone!