Forget-me-nots

A comfortable, albeit expensive, night's sleep and an indifferent breakfast, and then we had an uneventful drive up to Nottingham. Some pottering about, and in preparation for tomorrow's event I made a large Baljinder cake in honour of my mum. 

Her small garden is so well planted it looks lovely at almost any time of year -- in the late afternoon I wandered about taking photos of flowers.