Murk

A busy day. Clearing a garden means a touch of ruthlessness; that includes stealing all the neighbours' brown bins, though I did manage to rescue some flowers and buds from the hands of the chainsaw-wielding gardener.
Later on it was out to the Festival Theatre for a spot of modern dance. Very good. I am wondering if intense gardening is enough of a workout to hone my body to the same shape as the dancers I saw. Possibly not.