Being back at work meant that I left home in spring sunshine shortly before 6.30 am and came home as it was going down at 6.30 pm. I walk a mile & a half to the metro past some lovely gardens, some scruffy spaces and in amongst the local trees some lovely daffodils.

As I came in and Ben met me on the drive, a wren told us off very thoroughly. It took me a moment to find it but the silhouette is very distinctive. Ben was a little disconcerted that I was more interested in photographing the wren than immediately letting him into the house & getting his tea.

On the way home I was thinking about tasks for the weekend. I need to make a decision about painting the fence. So far I have not done much about securing the climbers except for this rose. I have forgotten what it is called but it is reasonably vigorous & produces lovely pink roses from June to December. I’ve pruned it harder than usual & tied in to produce horizontal stems which encourages flowering.