Garden

A sad anniversary today; an almost unbelievable 12 years since D's lovely sister J died.

We went up town to meet DG at a cafe on Nicholson St - sat outside so that he could smoke in peace, although it was a bit chilly and rather noisy in terms of recording what he was saying. Very interesting chat though, on how his repertoire had evolved during the '80s. He seemed well and relatively chipper in spite of having failing eyesight. 

It didn't occur to me to take a photo of us (doh!) so you have the royal potager glimpsed from the no 35 bus home - it seems to have come on nicely since I last blipped it.