In the pink

These little flowers are dancing with glee on the kitchen windowsill.

I filled my car up with fuel this morning whilst JJ nipped into Sainsbury's for a Giraffe baton, which disappointingly wasn't as fresh as usual.

This afternoon we had a short walk on mainly virgin territory around the periphery of an uncultivated field which was squelchy but not muddy, probably because we were trespassing and no-one else uses it.