Routine

This is the start of our regular daily walk; just out of the gate and looking down the hill. The snow-covered Mount Dommett is peeping out from behind the row of pine trees. 

The gum tree leaning across the road has been threatening to come down for at least five years. It has remained at the same angle all those years, so I suppose I should be confident it will stay put. But when we have high winds I scuttle along the road beneath its branches, just in case.

The roadworks signs are to warn motorists of a deep trench dug along the side of the road at the bottom of the hill. Something to do with electrical cables to and from the substation. It is the most exciting event in the village this weekend.

As you can see, the weather has come good again. It's been relatively cool, but weeding in the sunshine saw me down to my t-shirt. It was delightful. 

The washing all dried on the line. My dog basked on various sun-flooded decks. And I spent the afternoon on my hands and knees weeding the flower borders. There is plenty more to do.

Thank you so much for the love for the birthday dog yesterday. She took it all in her stride...