Stepping stones

Oh, how I love the new stepping stones. They perhaps don't look much but really, along with a good few bags of top soil, have made such a difference to the appearance of a previously non-descript, water-logged wee patch at the end of the garden. So inspired, I planted all the spring bulbs this morning.

Went early evening to see The Imposter, a documentary style film based on a true story of a 23 year old brown-eyed, brown-haired man who assumed the identity of a missing 14 year old, blue-eyed, blonde-haired boy. Hardly seems credible.