I do so love our garden. It may not be he prettiest, but it’s sort of cute.

After meeting my second in command for an apres work beer in the Split Chimp, we went to Tesco to buy wine and nuts (good for blood pressure), then spent a little while in our little garden.

I made stuff too, while my second in command was Facebook-ing.

It may have actually have taken me 12 years or more, but what the hell. A piece of hawthorn I cut when I was 14 or 15. An offcut.

The pigeon, above, is an old friend. If I don’t leap about, he just wanders about.