Fishing

Went out with the WoL volunteers, firstly raking the wildflower meadow by the Fingal, then cutting back vegetation from the walkway (to allow for more social distancing on the path). Lots of prickly brambles and some very wiry and vigourous plant that we couldn't identify (see extra) - a yellow crucifer, sure, but there are three pages of them in the flower ID book. A mustard, charlock, some sort of wintercress? Tough as old boots, anyway.

For light relief Joe wanted to try fishing out something he could see in the water, spherical in appearance. Johnny was worried that he might fall in. (Turned out to be an old sweetie jar.)