At last, a wee bit of wet

Not a lot mind you.

Mum and Mark have been up, and everything misted over (you would have had a lovely shot of escarpments draped in cloud yesterday, but I left home without the memory card - doh!).

Alex and Sam arrive late tonight for a couple of nights.

This is a tree dahlia, and the best they have ever been. Usually they get knocked to the ground by high winds, just as they are about to do their thing. But this year, these lovely blooms are swaying four metres in the air, and from the street you can see them behind the sasanqua hedge like giraffes at the zoo.