Skinny returns

I've been a little worried about this chap, thinking that Bushy-black had chased him out, so I was very happy to see Skinny this morning. He was on the shed roof at first (see extra pic), but hopped  down and slunk into the garden from behind the compost heap when I appeared with the bird seed. Next door, another fox had a sneezing fit and managed to sound weirdly human.

A lovely warm day, so nice that Sheila and I sat out in Middle Temple Garden with our sandwiches. The only free spot was on some steps amidst heavy foliage. I felt a little like David Bellamy without the animals (none that I saw, although we were on the look-out for the gardeners' dog).

The Feast volunteers' meeting in the glorious shed at the back of The Hope pub was full of exciting things for this Sunday's market. We're likely to be using all 98 of our stalls and the weather looks to be warm. Whoop! I won't don the thermals just yet.