Bob in clover

I have given up any pretence of managing our lawn as a lawn. It's tall herb grassland. Dominant over much of it is red clover. When southern England has been awash with rain, in Cumbria we have been enjoying a few drier days, and Bob has taken to curling up amongst the clover, and the buzz of bees.

Another backblip. We didn't find the time we had hoped for this weekend to seek out the new computer, so I'm struggling with the whirrlitzer again, and have run out of time to load my Charlie Maran blip from today. That will have to wait until sometime in the week.

We've been to BW in East Yorkshire, another flying visit, this time to go the evening party of Emily's wedding, to catch up with the Tree Fellas, to pick the goosegogs and blackcurrants, then head home.

Once again apologies that I am being such a poor subscriber, and thanks for all the comments on yet another Sandside sunset.