Belatedly April seems to have remembered it is supposed to be the month of showers and has turned grey and damp. I am hoping it’s not going to beg too many days from May, the month associated with flowers in the rhyme, to catch up with its pecipitation quotas.
Anyway, I decided to try and photograph the fritillaries in the garden. March’s winds were making them rather bouncy and the flowers weren’t always quite where I thought they were going to be when I clicked.
The wall looks nice though.
Tomorrow the plan is to head east when I finish work at lunchtime. I shall check the forecast before my final decision, but it would be nice to spend a few days afloat and to celebrate my birthday with MasterB and selected visitors in the quiet of the Cambridgeshire fens.