The garden.

Despite the sore muscles from yesterday's peat cutting, I got stuck into the gardening today. I got the bedding planted in the tubs (they were beginning to die off in their boxes), and the patio is looking a lot better.

Knackered.

At last, the glass of chilled wine in hand, and the camera ready to try to blip. However, I didn't have the strength of a wasp's ankle (another of mum's sayings). So, I took some shots with my elbows resting on the table.

I love the delicate aquilegias I planted last year - they have been amazingly resilient against the wind this week. And the sun has been shining all day; magic.

Still knackered.

Night all.