Even the simplest of gardens bring so much pleasure and it’s funny, isn’t it, how memories of things long past come to mind when we’re pottering? This afternoon I found myself humming the theme song of a Sunday afternoon radio programme I remembered from boyhood:
We’ll sing the old songs
like you used to do,
We’ll sing something simple for you,
something for you.
Darting housemartins are back and nesting in the eaves here.