Subtle art

There was a rare twenty minute slot at lunchtime during which Gugs and I clamoured for some sun and lay on the grass. She was perfecting her subtle art.

In the evening I met Nelson for a picnic. I over-catered as normal in these situations, totally misjudging quantities, and walking away with 90% of the haul still intact. I wonder if I’ll ever gauge this better, as it’s hardly like I’m a stranger to picnicking. On the plus side, plenty of potato salad and fruit to be devoured in the coming days.

The nights are drawing in. Winter is on its way.