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 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. 




Lunch in the City