It's called Love

Another lovely day. 

We rose pretty damn early  -  8.30; and we headed up and wandered the allotment to check the mouse traps.   - Every single one of them licked clean, not one of them sprung.  Si had even smeared peanut butter around a cane, over a bucket of water and they had managed to get to the middle, lick it all off - right round the whole cane!

But at least nothing of our produce had been eaten.  So maybe we are keeping them busy licking peanut butter. 

Then we went to shop and bought paint, had breakfast and started working. 

I painted. and Painted, Stopped for a minute and made some soup - then painted some more. 

Himself made the beetroot, Cut the hedge, cut the Ivy, also made soup. 

What a gloriously warm day -only spoiled by a weird "The Fog" like thing happening about 9 pm. 

Honestly - the weirdest thing I have ever seen.