Comin' up roses

Last Sunday Mum let me roam free with the secateurs amongst her David Austin roses. They are almost obscenely beautiful and smell like heaven really should. Thank you Mummy. x

In which 3 ladies take to a cornfield

Other than a whole lot of photos of a fairly picturesque field of mixed grains, this post is really an ode to the little wonder that is Splodge, the most satisfactory of Kentish cats (our urban cat won't like this at all but might be slightly mollified by the geographical limitation on her rival's satisfactoriness).

Splodge is my Mum's cat. She is a very small, very feisty girl with a sense of humour. She has taken to accompanying Mum and I on our perambulations around the fields and, despite the corn towering over her most of the way, she came right the way around.

  

 

Jubilations in Kernow