T-allium ho!

The garden gallops on! We want it to be 'at its best' for marketing photography but when to do it is the big question. LH reckons it'll make little difference in the great scheme of things. Perhaps he's right.

Berry had worked out an escape route from the palisade which we stopped. Needless to say, she found an alternative later on, BUT (and this requires trumpet fanfares) she actually chose to come back and play with the manic squeaky ball I'd armed myself with rather than continue exploring for line cones. That is a huge step forward.

Hence the fizzy wine tonight (well, it's as good an excuse as any!).

More shovelling of chippings. We haven't ordered quite enough ...

Extra of Berry playing 'find the ball I've stuck behind the sofa cushion'; a new game which is guaranteed to ruin the sofa.