A successful litter pick, with loads of bottles and cans recycled. Tricia and I were out for more than 3 hours again, with only to occasional stop to tickle our regular dogs.
Trying to get a bottle that was deep in the undergrowth, I scraped my arm.
Back home and got the washing mountain done, we actually had a short rain shower, but not enough to help the parched plants.
H and S went out for lunch, I fell asleep watching the Commonwealth Games.
Then had a sit in the garden with my book.