Buddleia on Brick

On the way to St Botolph's coffee morning, I spotted this buddleia growing out of some rather old brick work.

Loved the fact of the buddleia being opportunistic and the brickwork looking so textured.

Late afternoon, I drove Len to Birmingham Airport for flight to Frankfurt and thence to Johannesburg where he is helping to deliver training on water quality.

Back home, I defrosted a whole bag of tiger prawns and managed to eat the majority, which I would normally have shared with Len. Some left for tomorrow.

And, what travesty, I turned over to watch Beck on BBC 4 rather than the second half of the Last Night of the Proms. That German tenor sang Puccini wonderfully.