a forlorn fairy

found in the mud by the boy as we wandered around the garden this evening. He placed on her on her mossy perch and took her picture.

A busy day. Cold and windy but dry. I am more or less ready for my trip to Portsmouth tomorrow, but worried, as the wind is roaring now.

I have been asked to look after my little grandson while my son takes his wife away for a night. The girl will be joining me there for twenty-four hours of fun with the little one. My bags is so packed with presents for him I have hardly any room for my clothes !

Will blip when I can.