Dandelion clock

The roadside verges are full of flowers since the council stopped using weedkiller. There are plenty of dandelions, some already now the magical clocks.
I was out for a walk, I need more exercise. I passed a patch of land that has always intrigued me. It is securely fenced but inside ramshackle sheds are visible. For a few months there were deer in there. It is a mystery, and one could imagine all sorts of goings on, an idea reinforced by the secure gate (extra).
Back at home our decorator has almost finished. He is still very quiet, but we have established that he is Polish. It will be good to get back to normal.