August garden

... but not mine as we are over in the west for the first time since Christmas. We left a drizzly Lincoln at half seven, came through a lot of spray on the east side of the Pennines and then brighter skies once we came down the other side beyond Saddleworth. The M6 was the busiest bit of the journey and I think the decision to come on Sunday and avoid the worst of the change-over-day traffic was probably a sensible one. 

Bailey was pleased to see Mum and Dad and has reacquainted himself with the neighbourhood in his usual fashion. A fancied a wander in the garden after tea so we headed up to the top. He sniffed the air and I gathered blip-worthy material.