What a lovely productive couple of hours at the allotment this afternoon, clearing so much rubbish, catching up with each other in the safety of the great outdoors and sharing a feast.
All the rubbish disappeared into the fire pit.
The Lottie cat, he who has no name, turned up for a stroke. He reminds me of some stories I loved as child, Orlando, the Marmalade Cat, who had such splendid adventures.