I stepped outside the back door this morning, breakfast toast and Grant Kester (Conversation Pieces) in hand and was greeted by this wondrous rainbow arching over my shed and greenhouse (I hope other people saw it do the same over theirs). Toast eaten and Kester has become a bookrest but I have conversation on my mind. I’ve invited an artist who’s work intrigues me to join me for a conversation here in my shed whilst he’s visiting Cornwall this week. I’m hoping his time allows for this.
Two military aircraft and the cloud have now passed over and the sun is attempting to break through again. I’m going to pot up some bulbs I brought with me from my last garden and position them with another pot of bulbs I’ve rescued under a leaking gutter.
