Polishing

I waited for the rain to stop before heading up to the allotment - a very frustrating visit since a large branch of the dying forsythia had collapsed and needed sawing off, and when I started up the strimmer it had run out of line. Replacing it is a most fiddly and infuriating job.

Waiting for the bus on the way up, I watched the Kagyu Samye Dzong getting its brass plate nicely polished.