Lichen.

Textures of lichen on a fence.

Lazy start this morning. We called into our neighbour over the road whose birthday is today. He’s 80 something, and a character with a heart of gold. We sang a very good rendition of Happy Birthday to him on his doorstep.

Later this afternoon when the rain had stopped, and we’d watched the Red Arrows pass over our village after their fly past Buckingham Palace. I did some gardening. Mainly staking taller flowers up that the wind and rain have flattened.