Neeps . . .

. . . or turnips, if you prefer, or bagies even! Fresh from the garden, with new potatoes and roast lamb. No, the lamb wasn't from the garden, but the tatties were! I'm waiting for the peas, they are my favourite, straight from the pods, but in the meantime I'm ploughing my way through these! Luckily although Mr P doesn't like them, I have lots of friends who do!

Super beach walk this morning, in the hazy sun, and Ollie got some swimming too, so he has had a nice restful afternoon. He is lying next to my desk, twitching away in his sleep, his paws running through his dreams. His coat is thick with goosegrass and seeds so a thorough grooming session is in store for him tomorrow! Smartening up the house and the dog before my sister, work in progress, comes on Wednesday. Don't want her blipping the fur and hair everywhere!