Parsley

This huge pot of parsley, grown from seed, has made its way from the Polytunnel to the boot room window ledge.

It's all j could blip today on this low cloud and very wet day.

We attended the funeral of Ian's Uncle
who latterly had a retail pen empire . A very sad occasion and one where we met up with family members we had not seen for a long time. The wake was at Bickly Manor Hotel but it was too cold and wet to appreciate the lovely grounds.