Biscuit

Biscuit loves to climb into what remains of our fine old walnut tree; the tree that got ill and which George and I had to cut back. Now only its stump remains and I am growing a rose up it.

Biscuit is a great cat. She was the most devoted mother cat. Now she is three and a half years old.

Heading for a cultural evening, Simon Russell Beale in King Lear via National Theatre video link. It is one of my favourite Shakespeare plays.