Saturday

The Little Bakehouse has made the most of a damaged shop window.  I don't know if it was deliberately smashed.

I gardened until 1.30, had lunch and then went out with Louise, Nigel and the boys.

I saw the tent dweller. I asked him where he was living now and noticed he'd lost a front tooth. He was very cagey about his recent life but could tell me exactly where and when he last saw me. There is a lot of help for the town homeless and I know he has made use of the local Opendoors charity.