The Youngster

Looked like a young vixen, out patrolling the allotment walkways but keeping a good distance from anyone working their plots. I was up there to collect JacktheLad’s used growbag compost that I’m always happy to recycle after his tomato plants have died down. Spent a while weeding away before and after his visit, it’s like painting the Forth Bridge just now, never ends.
We’ve been watching catch-up TV on our new telly tonight, just set it up this morning. Arctic Circle, The Peripheral and The English, an eclectic mix!