Right...

...in the middle of Enid's lawn. 

These must be self sets and it seems a shame to have to chop their heads off when it comes to time to mow, which it is now. At least I've captured them to save their memory.

Popped to Enid's for a Sunday morning coffee and a natter, you can see her in the extra rifling through her address book. I posted a birthday card for her on the way home. Well, not to my home but my parents home as I then went to theirs' for Father's Day Sunday lunch. Now, full and ready to do a bit of sitting and telly catch up.