Squiggles

New bench at the end of the garden.
Makes a surprising difference to how often (and how long) I sit there.
That is compared to taking a chair down.

Hot, hot, hot - high twenties.
There likely won't be more such glorious days this summer.
Sat out for six hours.

Towards evening the cygnets came by with their parents.
Surely close to time to make their own way in the world?