Lost voice

I’ve lost my voice, it happens every time I get a cough and sore throat. Luckily I had a quiet day of seed sewing in the polytunnel whilst F wheelbarrowed about 100 loads of bracken compost to the veg plot and Cannon worked in the village. Discovered that Jess had dug two huge holes whilst left to her own devices, something she’s not done before. I think she was probably hunting voles and got carried away. Blip is of the top of the garden this evening, the ‘Christmas Cheer’ looking beautiful.