Eleven

I popped out for the paper with my camera hoping to get a sunday snap for my Blip. The High Road usually obliges. I missed a group of classic motorcycles but then a V8 burble alerted me and this one hove into view.

Back home to be the oily rag in the garden - cutting, sawing and moving pots around as instructed. Then a sit in the sun with said paper (see above)  and now posting my Blip with the smell of roasting chicken wafting up the stairs.

A pretty perfect sunday, I reckon.