In a World of His Own

I went for a swim this morning and then for a lovely lunch with a friend. Came home to find D transplanting snowdrops, listening to music while doing so (he says it was Peter Kruder). I had brought some seeds on the way home, but all that swimming had left me too tired for any more physical activity so I sat in the greenhouse watching Sarah pot broad beans while Jess fished around in a bowl of water for old plastic flowerpots (a bit like dooking for apples!).