Musing and Gardening

The mackerel must be running, if that’s what they do, as the breakwater is thronged by fishermen most evenings. Perhaps I ought to say fisherpeople, but a woman with a sea fishing rod is a bit of a rarity in our parts.
A day that I set aside for a good spell of gardening, as it’s been a while. The only thing to record is that the little cherry tree at the top of the slope has thrown in the towel. It is an ex-cherry tree. It had doggedly hung on, as presumably dogs do, though in future we may say it had Theresadly hung on?