The tree of the seasons

Art work by local secondary pupils on a hoarding surrounding the new cafe in Mote Park. I think it’s rather good.

We lost the brilliant weather of the past three days. Foggy, misty and cold all day. Stayed in this morning, was given a haircut by Susan. She’s a good barber.

Ventured out into Mote Park and around this afternoon. Not much happening on a singularly uninspiring day.

All suited and booted for Saturday night. Goulash for dinner after aperitifs.