A change of heart

In retrospect I came back and changed this photo. Even, or perhaps especially, I could not stomach it. And I’d forgotten this one I’d taken in the morning of the apple blossom.

(The original is in extras for the record.)

Apart from watching too many reruns of The Crown I’ve clearly not been keeping my annual appointment with the kitchen grease trap. I had noticed a certain effulgence in Terrace One but I have delayed giving it my full attention until today which, to be honest, is two years too late.

The smell was quite appalling, the optics worse and finding the soakaway that I had built resulted in a thousand holes driven into the fine, though rocky, loam before I located it.

How beautiful and refined the Easter fliers that are making their appearance away from the noxious flows of human habitation ( extra).owe