I am back, like a migrating bird, only in reverse; meaning I have flown north for the summer and landed in the S. Hemisphere, just in time for spring.
In other words, I'm confused.
Over the next few days, for your delight and delectation, some of the UK photos, with stories.
To start off with - the potatoes. This year my 80 year old father harvested 128 pounds of them, which is a heck of a lot of mash.
Then there's the onions. Firstly dried, hung from the garden wall like outrageous earrings, then from the ceiling of the garage like bulbous chandeliers.
Dad in carrot discussions at the allotment with my friend Hilary
In my mum's words "We don't have much money, but we do see life"!