Empty, dripping washing line; sad and dripping parasol! We have cut back the jungle that was a climbing but increasingly rogue rose tree and two self-seeded mystery saplings from the middle of the back fence. I think the roots of all will need to come out. As will the bamboo that PC transferred from its pot to the ground, just right of shot. I went out to cut some sprigs of vaguely pretty things this morning and realised that the bamboo is starting its bid for world domination.
Abandoned and dripping badminton net. Seems our badminton days may well have to remain in sunny Surrey!
Drip, drip, drip. The boys are happily occupied at an activity week, so have a huge sports hall to run around with lots of friends. Thankfully! I do hope that August is bringing some sunshine in through your windows- we will continue to look back wistfully on a super July!