Out this morning on Claremont, I spotted this abandoned boot on the pavement - somebody's hopping home.
Blooming flowers.
A magnolia in glorious blossom.
An abandoned hat - it's just like one of mine, and I thought it was mine at first.
Our cherry blossom enjoying its second spurt of blossom.
A neighbour's tulips are doing well.
A floral numberplate.
More flowers.
The next best thing to having your name carved in stone is to have it scrawled in concrete.
Very purple flowers.
Mock orange flowers.
Good display of heather that the bumble bees really liked.
A rather lurid colour of front door.
Cherry blossom.
More magnolia blossom all on the way down to the garage to pick up the van - which is now legal for another year.
On the way down to my Pilates class this evening, yet another magnolia in flower.
This day a year ago, we were up to enjoy the first dawn of British Summer Time.
Su's news story of the day returned today with this from the Independent (the version in today's i was even fuller): Cough’s the word: Bridge world champions found guilty of cheating
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