Special place

Everyone has a special place, and this is Piper's.  Whenever we take her outside she makes a beeline for this inaccessible (to humans) spot under the bench, where the biggest and bitey-est ants live, there to spend hours licking her feet (because of the ant bites, we think).  She will not be lured out even with her favourite bunny treats, and is usually unceremoniously shoved out with the trident fire-blower you see on the left.

Hot again, but cool enough to take the bunnies out for a run in the garden in the evening.  

Earlier, up to a new-to-me wool/sewing shop where a very nice man said he will fix my sewing machine.  I might have found my new happy place.