Nigella, or Love-in-the-Mist.
Honeysuckle, smells divine.
The tomato plants went outside (they were subsequently brought back inside the conservatory to avoid a couple of near-frosty overnight temperatures).
An early Sunday morning walk around the lake, so early, in fact, that we only saw a couple of dog-walkers.
It's the Warminster Thing. (see here)
A trip out to Pylle (not sure how this is pronounced, we say "pill", but I guess it could be "pile"?)
Inside the Nog Inn, at Wincanton, where we enjoyed a very pleasant lunch. I love the way the street name appears over the door, just in case you get so drunk you can't remember where you are.
How was your week?