Blue Sky

Sitting in the sun outside the café at the Chocolate Quarter with K this morning, tried to convince myself it was the same as being at a pavement café in France. But it wasn’t.

Did a little tidying up in the garden this afternoon, but the arrival of a former pupil of Dad’s, bearing a homemade Dorset Apple Cake, gave me a good excuse to down tools, and we all sat out in the garden for the first time this year.

Thank you for all your recent kind comments, stars and hearts. Will catch-up with blip tomorrow, feeling as rough as old boots.