It is winter, but with the typical blue blue skies and wind-still days which make most of our winters so lovely. In the morning the frost lies white and after switching on the kettle, I light the fire. These are the very same hydrangeas seen in my previous post, three days later.
However the self-sown rose seems none the worse, and I’m hoping the buds will still open. And then for the past five days an interesting but potentially rather unwelcome visitor has been lurking down by the water – a young bull. Somewhere someone must be very unhappy, but calls to the police and various neighbours have led nowhere to date. However this is Africa and the bush telegraph will eventually do what needs to be done, and hopefully my garden will suffer little more than a few soft pats.