Poppy

One of many gorgeous, delicate poppies in my son Jack's garden. This morning I dropped in there to lend them our decrepit and very basic lawnmower. We sat and drank coffee in the sunshine. He's still working from home, and really missing the contact with colleagues. He took a short break from email etc, and meanwhile his partner Marianna arrived home with their daughter Frieda. Frieda - at just 1 year old now - had just acquired her first pair of proper shoes: some rugged walking sandals. They are tiny!