Gardens and nice pies

A relaxed Sunday. Doing some recording with Robin at ten this morning. Then off at lunchtime to look at a couple of local gardens that were open, up on Firle Road. One was Palo and Martin's -- and they have a beautiful garden, and some of the rooms had been cleared to show Palo's art off in. Nice to chat to Palo and Martin especially about the garden which was also a voyage for the nose past all kinds of scented plants. We went next door, which was also an open garden, and this had magical ponds hidden under trees and lined with big mossy stones and ferns. 

Home again, via a spot of shopping at Morrisons, and then did some bits in our own garden before settling down to watch England fluke a win, drawing level in injury time, and then score in extra time. We beat the mighty Slovakia. Spoke to Mum during half time. She wasn't watching it of course. 

Lorraine had made a delicious chicken pie, with some veggies from our garden -- chard Lorraine picked and some potatoes I'd been able to pull out with my fingers just below the surface near one of our potato plants. Excellent they were too. We also had chard from the garden.  

Both of us baffled by the cat flap, which had been locked from the inside so that the cats couldn't get out. But neither of us remember having done this -- nor would we. A mystery, that could explain Brian's recent lapses. 

Below Gillenia trifoliata a lovely plant in Palo and Martin's garden. And a ponds in the other garden we visited.