We are firmly in our grey period. After a tiring Sunday cutting all the hedges and deflowering borders, Monday was spent painting the veranda, Mrs Fogg on the “delicate, you need a trained eye to not hit the wall, Perspex, window, patio, cars” (how well did that work) and yours truly on the splash it on pillars.

End result, two very tired donkeys and a nice look to spruce up the veranda

And pretty much on their own! Yes it is the end of an era, these shoes have hiked the US, down the Grand Canyon 3 times, across Europe, up Mont Blanc, across Scotland and Wales. But now it’s time to retire them after more than 16years, they wreak beyond belief. For the last 8 years I have used them in the garden, but they really really do walk on their own

Goodbye my stinky old friends.

When the dandelions are getting taller than you

Ok so it is actually Mrs Fogg’s sunflowers currently racking in at a superb 6ft 3in and still no sign of stopping. And Jack had to sell his cow for his beanstalks!