Tracked

The first of the orchid flush (we hope). They have always appeared in the middle of our track with a seeming death wish, beautifully waiting to be possibly beheaded.

The rainy weather has continued along with a stiffer breeze. We'd hoped to get the pond liner down today but just didn't fancy being outside, so instead I've done a bit of sewing and a bit of reading and pretending that I'm getting on with something useful. Just tired.