A bristle of a thistle

The snow is starting to melt already in Stoke. My son looked at me oddly as I crouched down in what was left of it on the field, stooping and shuffling around trying to snap this odd looking plant. It was about palm sized. I thought it far too big to be a thistle but I think it must be?

Further paperwork is arriving towards completing the house sale. Meeting the solicitor to go through it all on Thursday so fingers crossed we get that much anticipated moving in date!

Work in the morning so will be an early start.