Back in one piece

The mention of the Vintage terracotta rhubarb forcer I’d picked up in Fleetwood this week merited a blip now it’s out the boot of my car. This isn’t the final resting place, it’ll be placed in the raised beds we have planned, next to the red obelisk that Mrs S was painting today.

While all this was going on, and when I was cycling up a volcano in the garage, Scobes sneaked a gift into the porch. What a fine fellow he is and I reckon he’s supplied Friday night’s blip for me.