No oysters

I went down to the meet-up for the volunteers at Malmaison, so as to deliver the spotted catsears to Charlotte, who will find somewhere suitable to plant them. I didn't join in with the picking, due to lingering plantar fasciitis. On my way back I was struck by the splendid display of nasturiums outside the expensive boutique floating hotel. Think the Oyster Box was an idea that never got beyond the painting of the old polis box.