The Street Singer

When I saw this fabulous guy singing in the precinct today all thoughts of brightly coloured butterflies and wildflowers went right out of my head - I knew he'd be my blip of the day.

He sang without accompaniment except for a hollow stave on which he beat out a rhythm.  I hope he made plenty of money.

Goodness, it has been so hot today.  Not like poor France and the rest of the Continent, but I took Hazel for a walk on Barton Farm this afternoon and we nearly melted.  Hazel's only three, but she kept lying down and not wanting to move.  Did I carry her home?  I did NOT.  Too afraid I'd expire!

Happy Friday evening, lovely folks  xx