Potato planting

The clocks went forward today. I'd vaguely forgotten so lucky I didn't have anywhere to go. We planted a bag of potatoes today. I took a picture of that but it looks like a bag full of earth which is not at all exciting. So here is a possibly more exciting picture of Hartson having a roll around in the sun. We had lunch at the cafe, which appears to be a bit of a Sunday ritual now.

So you see, imagination needs moodling - long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering. Brenda Ueland