Late Summer Sunday

 

Cobnuts, for the Hairy Bikers Kentish Cobnut cake 

 

 

They took quite a while to shell, but what beautiful individual markings on each nut...like woodgrain.  The cake is so-so and we think we'd rather eat the nuts.

 

 

Out in the garden after lunch, taking in the warmth of a late summer afternoon, these caryopteris bushes were humming with the sound of bees.  Almost every flower had a bee sitting on it.

 

 

Meanwhile, someone else was enjoying one or two of the last plums. 

 

Squirrelling

Lunch in the City