Another day at my desk, but a very productive one. My husband finished the lawns and the edging, Dougal caught three mice, one was deposited in the dining room. Florence, despite the lovely sunny day, spent the morning in her upstairs bed, venturing out in the afternoon.
I often go outside into the garden between student’s telephone calls and on one occasion this helicopter obligingly flew by. I have no idea what kind it is, but helicopters often fly along, above the M11, which is where this one was heading; it was not an Air Ambulance helicopter. The sky really was that colour, it has not been enhanced in any way.