Not a wonderful picture of the tadpoles a couple of days ago, but it was sunny and there was a lot of reflection; it was the best I could do. And the netting reflected too. That’s necessary because we have a harnser who is fond of tadpoles. For breakfast, that is, herons’ beaks aren’t made for kissing.
A proper child-proof pond net will be constructed soon.
A friend handed me a book to read on holiday. I thanked him, enjoyed reading it and gave it back with renewed thanks. I’ve just discovered it was intended as a gift. Oh I do feel gauche. And ungrateful. I’ll have to explain to him that I am a simple woman who needs clear explanations.
It would have been worse if I’d hung on to the book when it was a favourite he really didn’t want to lose.
At least he can read it himself now. And then the decision will be his, whether to treat it as a loan or my (rather ungenerous) gift to him.
Anyway, peach, if you read this, I know you better than to suggest you might have taken offence, but sorry anyway.