Unpainted

As seems to be the case everywhere, the garden was full of Painted Ladies fluttering about. Impossible to miss.

So of course, I failed to get a single photo.

Perhaps because it wasn't fluttering about, I managed to get a picture of one of the brambles that are turning ripe. 

Andy got back from his overnight camping trip about lunchtime, nicely smoked from their disposable barbecue.