A pair of great tits...

...have taken up residence in the bird box on the side of the garage. We hear their offspring chattering within, which rises to a cacophony each time mum or dad arrives with a fresh caterpillar, about every thirty seconds.

Two runs to the tip today with a trailer load of domestic and garden junk. I borrow Thomas’s lawnmower in the evening, and then, lawn prepared, head out to buy a robotic mower. The instructions helpfully point out that it’s capable of maintaining 700 square metres of lawn, but not “levelling a jungle”. I’m moderately dubious about the thing – especially the charging setup – but we’ll soon see how it works in practice.