Low hanging fruit.

It had to be for me to reach it . . .
 
It wasn’t until a blackbird got a cherry out of our tree this morning that we realised that our flowering cherry had produced cherries.  Not a lot and you have to look hard to see them. 
 
I took a dozen or so shots, and of course this was the first . . . !
 
Quite a pleasing day.  A good traditional W’s Sunday English breakfast, after which I sorted out an FM reception problem with our external areal. 
 
The kids turned up this afternoon with a Father’s Day gift.  It was good to sit out in the sun and have a long chat over a glass of ginger beer.
 
 
Lamb for tea tonight, I better go and see to the roasties . . .