Looking North

When I was hanging out Mrs W’s washing I looked north and realised how magnificent our willow was looking.
 
Looking south (at extra) was nowhere near as wonderful . . .
 
 
Biskit sitting for a couple of nights while the daughter takes the granddaughter to London tomorrow for her sixteenth burpday – that’s the granddaughter by the way.
 
 
Obligatory Biskit photo tomorrow.