Elk horn

Some months ago, we were donated a massive elk horn fern, which is about 45 years old.  It has taken to its new position and is growing on very well.

I collected the Rower from the gym this afternoon, and was driving up Shepherds Hill Road (which is furiously fast, and very busy), when a small Staffordshire bull terrier puppy dashed across the road.  Luckily there was a spot to pull into, and the Rower and I set off on a rescue mission.  We managed to collar it, and sweet-talked a bloke into keeping it in his yard while we did some door knocking.  

Long story short, about half an hour later a distraught young lady saw us manhandling it into our car, and claimed it as her own.  We were about to take it to the local vet - and if they couldn't take it, we would have brought it home and called the Council to come and get it.

I tell you, our lives are full of excitement.  Never a dull moment.