Going to the dogs

I’ve never posted anything about my cats, so thought it was about time I remedied such an oversight. Here is Purdey squashing a rare Digitalis dubia in my alpine sink, and Poppy, the feline goddess of summertime, sensuously exposing her magnificent tum to the rays of the sun. Meowver and out.

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So little time, so much to do. Yes, it can only mean one thing…that I’m just about to open my Walthamstow bolt-hole for the National Gardens Scheme. This will be the second time (you can read about all the tears, merry making and cake chomping on my garden opening debut here) that I’ve thrown [...]