Our first crop of strawberries are ready. I’m impressed. From baby plants kindly supplied by Mr GreenThumb Caddie to actual rosy red strawberries ready for eating – and I managed not to kill the plants!

We’ve yet to taste them and I shall let Mr Fogg have the honours (of course we really SHOULD have champers with them but it may be a stretch in my new near tee total status)

However, I’m inspired. Sitting in the garden surrounded by hoards of chattering starling families, coal tits (so teeny), chaffinches, green finches, Great tits, blue tits, goldfinches, blackbirds, dives and woodpidgeons with glorious sun shining down, it’s bliss.

It gives you the urge to want to weed, sow vegetables ready for a late harvest, go watch bumble bees buzzing furiously into tightly woven rose blossom, rub lavender to release its heady scent and…..

No it doesn’t. It makes me want to be lazy, grab another large mug of tea, plonk on the bench, raise club foot and simply chill, listening and watching.

Oh and read Jack Reacher books. I’m addicted to them. On book number 8 and they’re fab. So shush please starling family, I’m trying to read here.