Turning

We had intended to go to the Glendale Show today, but after a late start neither of us had the energy or inclination. So, after a few weeks of rushing around, we had a well-earned day of pottering. MrM went to Happy Valley to put up a squirrel feeder, and look at the river with a view to fishing there. I spent a couple of hours in the courtyard, deadheading and weeding.

It was a lovely sunny day until early evening, and by the time we took Louie for his walk on the Common, dark, threatening clouds were gathering. The wind had risen, and suddenly it felt quite autumnal.

Woke with a sore throat this morning, and have sneezed my way though the day. Ominous...