Foxed

It's been an upside down day today. JJ usually plays golf on Sunday mornings and is home by about 1 p.m. but today he started at 2 p.m. so won't be home until about 6.30 p.m. so it feels a bit strange around the house. Why do Sunday's feel so different to every other day of the week?

One job I was determined to do today was clean behind all the pots which stand against the south facing wall of the house. It's quite a long job and is amazing how much debris collects, but it's done now. Very satisfying.

I had already decided on a short walk when I spotted this chap in the parkland at the back but he was too far away to get a decent shot. However, rather than another flower or the huge caterpillar which seemed to fall out of the sky (I think it fell off the conservatory roof), I decided the fox had it.