The view north to the water tower at the top of Sunderland hill. A tractor works the field and some cows graze. The afternoon sun makes everything yellower than it was after the hail a few days ago.
Unfortunately, as soon as I unpacked, my easel snapped at the hinge. The wood was rotten and my carpentry skills are poor. Still, nothing that a knot of bungee cords and gardening wire can't fix. Today there was only a slight touch of drizzle on the hill - even though, apparently, there was a mini-tornado on the allotment.
Tomorrow I will have to repair and strengthen my easel - and plant tomatoes.
Tomorrow I will have to repair and strengthen my easel - and plant tomatoes.