Clock change…

Couldn’t think of anything else to do, so wandered through the garden to the river. Always a thought provoking and stimulating sojourn. The last day of GMT and the first day tomorrow of telling the animals that they’ve got the time wrong…

The storm debris is now sprouting, largely sycamore trees by the look of them. How many did the trees launch, how many onto stony ground, fertile or barren ground?

Harry

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