Just The Garden

Not much to report (or blip) today: drove Chris down to Bridgwater this morning, after swimming, to complete the paper work for the purchase of his new car.

A grey, drizzly uninspiring lazy afternoon but liked the array of colour in the garden here.

Couldn't resist another Sophie blip in extras which Kate took and emailed through this afternoon: A Portait of the Artist As A Young Girl. Apparently the artist needed a bath immediately afterwards as she had almost as much paint on her as the paper.