Winter Cyclamen

Basil and I ventured into the back garden in the morning. It wasn't as warm as I'd hoped it would be but I found these cyclamen hiding by the back fence. I think they've been transplanted from the front. By all means cyclamen, spread your tendrils.

Len had signed up a four for a tennis match. When he got back I suggested a trip to the Peach House restaurant  at Staunton Harold for ham, egg and chips. Plus a sausage for Basil.

My new Mahabis slippers arrived. They're the only slippers that feel comfortable and fit, even with some support for fallen arches.