Tomatoes

It has drizzled with rain all day and as a consequence I feel I have done very little.

Daughter L arrived on this evenings bus for the weekend in order to celebrate KK's birthday in a few days. It feels like a wet Sunday so we had Sunday roast and a glass of red.

Blip is my polytunnel where I am hoping the tomatoes ripen before the botrytis gets them. The hens wait at the door ever hopeful of treats.