Last dance

In which Milo demonstrated that, while a keen dancer, he is not a joiner-in. We have stubbornly stuck at the dance classes (because we paid for them obviously) but all we have learnt is to what lengths he will go to resist the peer pressure of a dozen others prancing around.

So we harvested a few things in the garden and just over the fence. Raspberries are coming in... and the strawberries need covering with netting... and the first gooseberries are plucked and being compoted.