Battered but Unbowed.

Battered but unbowed after 24 hours of heavy rain, these community garden flowers were looking very sorry for themselves as I passed on my way to see Daughter #2 back from her holiday in Orkney. She was staying in Birsay and was tasked with bringing home for Mama some bere biscuits from the café 50 yards up the road from her holiday house. I was so looking forward to picking them up this morning. Did I get them? No ! Her excuse was they were inadvertently eaten by my son in law. Ah well you win some you lose some- I’ll have to buy my own next month.