Morning on the Tamar, and *no rain again*


A path that has taken up a new career as a stream.


I liked this strange shape the water in the stream made.  It looks like a waterbeast with eye-stalks.


Baffled yet delighted by the continuing absence of rain, I launched an offensive on the garden.  I have removed the figs that definitely won't ever ripen now, laid a stretch of hedge, and felled a number of hazel trees that had got overlooked because they are on an awkward bit of hedge to lay.  Now I feel very tired and stiff.