Colour splash

I got out in the garden for a while this morning, sweeping up fig leaves and trying to work out how best to prune the monster fig tree.
There's still colour out there to enjoy, in these mild temperatures.
Later I picked Frieda up from preschool, and we had a companionable hour and a half together at Jack and Marianna's house.

So that's one strand of today. In counterpoint, there has been the sheer desolation of reading about the Manston site where asylum seekers are being kept in overcrowded and desperate conditions. Like Michael Rosen (via Twitter), I think the appropriately sinister term for this place is 'camp'.  I read, in today's Guardian, a shocking account of a group of people from there, transported to London by the Home Office and then dumped on the street without any advice or even warm clothing. By good fortune they were found, and assisted, by local staff from a charity that works with homeless people. 

The full story is here: 
https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2022/nov/02/home-office-leaves-asylum-seekers-from-manston-stranded-in-central-london

I know, from Jack's work with the Refugee Council, that the system is - to use the now-familiar phrase - broken. But this? It's beyond shocking.