Drainpipe

Home and one look round the mess which my darlings have left and I was out the door again like a rat up a drainpipe. Really they have improved over the years, and I accept that it is part and parcel of my escaping.

These drainpipes at the allotment are lovely, they're not mine. I suspect they act as collars in the spring to protect young plants from being eaten. They are stored away just now but always catch my eye.

I've back blipped the weekend. Off to bed soon to catch up before the mayhem begins all over again.