Rua

Every time I venture out into the garden  a streak of ginger will rush past (unless she's asleep which is quite often) and hurtle up this willow tree - as far as she can. Today she has ventured across a rather dodgy branch which is in a rather dodgy position right over the pond. A lot of meowing next ensues as she wonders how to get down. Sometimes I think she expects me to catch her. The descending is not quite as graceful as the ascending! For Admirer. 

A pottering sort of day today. All good.