Bubbling

Working my way through the pre-trip ‘to do’ list this morning, helping S get the plants sorted, swinging past big sis’s for a quick chat, then up to the golf course for my final competition of the summer. Some good, some bad, some almost criminal. Expectations met!

The extra shows the sun setting behind the only elm tree on the course. Apparently the council did an elm census years ago when Dutch Elm was rife and a guy had to walk the course counting them. After an hour or so someone asked what he was doing and then informed the less than happy chap that we only had the one elm - which was the very first tree he’d seen on arrival. Always pays to ask the locals!