The last dahlias

Well, for me as I’m going away tomorrow and can’t imagine there won’t be a frost whilst I’m gone.  They are giving and giving at the moment so I went over to Mum’s with a bunch and then picked more from her garden, all returners from last year, and filled another vase.  She then wound the grandfather clock impressively. We then sat down, had a nice glass of wine and a chat. 

Home to pack - my absolutely least favourite activity.  V, who is there already keeps trying to get me an upgrade which, even with my miles isn’t looking likely.