at the end of another warm day

off to the allotment;

to water the plants clinging on to their poor, parched lives, weave back the willow-hedge, ditch evil smelling home compost in bin (vegetable not human)

and to give jumpin' jack his new home

kitchen bits

and bobs

jumpin' jack flash

and other bits of my trash

faces

facades

I have only just realised that I have a strange fascination for house numbers and rundown buildings

what does this mean, I wonder?

a change of scene

after several changes of train due to rail problems

well worth it

I got 99 chores

but a garden ain't one