Taking my lupin for walk

The local village shop sells plants piled high on the pavement and I liked the hot pink of this lupin.  I have a fondness for lupins that grew well at Catherington even though they are a bit looked down on.   I’ll be glad when this barley is cut, the footpath through the field is only a wheelrut wide and after rain one’s legs get drenched.  I’m thinking of looking for my filming wet weather trousers just to go and pickup the papers. 
 
The sun shone, the evening light was glorious and we ate in the living room with our new bifold doors wide open.