Over the Hedge

Not our hedge obviously, not least because we don’t have one, but the allotments’ hedge. We were out for a walk, catching a brief touch of late afternoon sun and getting some much needed exercise to boot. I was a bit muddy by this point having tried to boot an errant football back over the (very high!) fence around the local playing fields, failing, trying again, slipping and falling on my backside. The coat will clean up fine, my pride however may never recover.

First Friday night quiz of the Biden era, fitting that the US contingent ran out convincing winners. We didn’t accept the result of course and are organising a protest rally outside questionnaire JacktheLad’s house. Get the beers in Jack!