Bluebells

Martin and I made a tip stop to offload our broken plastic shed then headed to Eastbourne for a late breakfast. Once replete we’d only visited one shop before Simon messaged to ask if we wanted to join him and Ellen on a bluebell walk. Of course we did. It felt strange visiting the woods without the dogs. It was far too warm to take them out midday.

After we said our goodbyes we went to visit a garden centre for a much needed cuppa and a look round.

Once home we met with disapproval when the dogs sniffed our shoes…