Bye-bye budlea

Met up with MLaM for an early morning walk. We met up with a bobbing friend, and footprints in the mud kept us guessing for a time before, between us we resolved the puzzle. A familiar character to them both, out to check the buoys on the low tide.

A beautiful morning with a lovely breeze to keep us cool.

Then home. Before long it was time to tackle the finally dead budlea.  We moved it there in 2003, after I was accused of killing it by harsh pruning. A real workout to remove it! Then a cuppa to reflect on the many hours of butterfly counting over the years and to consider how to fill the space.