Foxglove to the fore.

I love the tall spires of the foxgloves and lupins.

The evening report from next door is that the new neighbours have settled in/are resigned to the fact that no-one is coming to rescue them. There was nobody hovering round the gate and in a distant corner of the field I spied at least two lambs. That's a relief!

Just another day of work, but roast chicken for tea - so not all bad.