Time for

all sorts of things, though pesky sycamore seeds took up quite a lot of the morning. It is still very warm and the Scirocco had a blast overnight with the trees. Having a day where, although busy, being outside for a lot of it was a joy. I'm afraid the boys have been etiolating with the delights of British t.v. in the background. I have given up this weekend. You can lead a horse etc. etc.

I lugged all these veg up from the market on my own, so I am damn well going to enjoy them, slow roasted. There's always time for that.