Golden balls

My hedge-ling, was looking a bit scruffy, so the scissors had a bit of excercise.

The rest of the garden got a seeing to as well. All ready for winter, or the extension of the Scottish summer as it will now be known.

We did have a little daunder around Errol car boot sale, but as usual there was nothing to tempt us to take home other peoples' detritus. I wonder why?
I also wondered why we bothered.

Soooo, back for a squint at the first part of the Grand Prix, but when Lewis broke his car, we had no excuse but to go for a 12 mile cycle. It's just a wee bit gauling when Big bro and Gee Gee tell me that they had done 76. These old 'uns know how to annoy you, well me at least.