Concrete love

We spent most of today in Dad's garden which has become very overgrown. One shrub in particular was exuberant. and when we had finally hacked it back, we revealed this tender image of love amongst elderly concrete hedgehogs (at least that's what I think they are).

These concrete figurines eventually survived the purge which saw many of their comrades carted off to the waste tip.

I was up early to visit one of my favourite places locally: the Eling tidemill. I could have blipped several pictures of vapour trails relected in water, but went for this one instead. As I write this, I am running out of patience with our computer which does everything in slow motion, and the effort of posting three blips in one night (with one more to go) has badly affected my judgement.

Anyway, we had a lovely evening visiting my nephew Edward and his partner Anna in Salisbury.