We walked into the village. The verges have not been cut and the stinging nettles have become rampant. Stepping out of the way of cars was a cautious experience. We posted parcel returns and postcards. On a wander up to Susan's grave we repotted the hyacinths with geraniums. I find it a thoughtful place to be with all those who have passed. The graves looked happy surrounded by wild grasses and flowers. We dropped into The Bull for a beer and soda and lime.
I cooked a Michael Mosley recipe for dinner. I loved his 'Just One Thing'. What a sad loss.
Summer Refresh
Pen and Watercolour
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