Garden

This is where you end up if you fall off the end of our garden. It's been a nice day today but it seems to be getting windier now. We spent the morning varnishing Dad's new handrail and looking for Mom's 2014 diary which appears to have disappeared. I've ordered a new one - we'll have to put it somewhere for her to find when it arrives! Maybe dementia is like falling off the end of the garden but not knowing where you are going to end up.