Hey blossom

I was woken up at quarter to midnight when my flatmate got home last night. As a result, I woke up later this morning.

Cousteau woke me around 9.15 am, wanting to go out.

I took a few shots of these blossom buds in case I didn't get a chance to photograph anything else.

Good job too. The skies opened and the weather has been pretty gross ever since.

A walk with 5 Vizslas (Cousteau's family members) and three ladies in a torrential downpour.

Spicy wedges and coffee.

Home to meatloaf, cooked by my flatmate's fiance.

Now to try and dry all that damp washing.

Cheers.