One way

After the rain.  

It's quickly clearing off into the distance on another very windy westerly. Little Dog doesn't get to the dizzy heights of the moors very often but we took the shallow incline and a one way ticket and she was just fine.

I'd hunted high and low yesterday for the seventeen worms.  Today, I delved into the compost bin where there were probably a thousand or more. I reckon I've moved about a hundred of the writhing whoppers to the front border that is now, officially, the hedgling (thanks to Stevvi - wish I'd thought of that!).