What Lurks Beneath

We spent the morning with Miles and his dad, discussing trains, colours, bridges, jobs, and toasters. There was a brief mention of the state of my sister's back, too.

This afternoon was my chance to visit the allotment after Monday's storm. The beans have taken a proper bathing. I reckon I will be stood down from construction duties as my frame was a wreck. Oh, heck. I patched it up as best as I could, fingers crossed the bean plants aren't too twisted. The squash and pumpkin bed seemed unharmed, and there are many interesting things lurking beneath the big leaves.

Early evening cocktails with Anne, she has the nicest nibbles.