¿Qué pasa, mamá?

We spent some time in the garden this morning before it got too hot, pruning, tidying and collecting rubbish which had blown in during the recent storm. The tortoises were happy with the pile of cuttings in their environment, hiding under them, vociferously love-making and also trying to bite our feet. Luna however was perplexed and watched from a safe vantage point inside the back gate. The delightful background is entirely the newly-built monstrosity.