The wind has ripped through the garden today, damaging delphiniums and the herb garden, and so an impromptu tussie mussie was made for the sitting room. 
Last weekend The Mother Hen purchased a new collar for The Hound. At first we thought it a little too bling, and perhaps more suited to a Bel Air pooch, but it did score him extra cheese samples at the farmers market on Friday, and woe betide anyone that comes between The Hound and a bit of Lincolnshire Poacher.
