Summer

As I sit typing this post, the sun is streaming through the glass roof and windows of my conservatory, cricket is on the TV, (OK, iPad), a cold drink is in my hand and the birds are singing: a quintessentially English summer day. 

The older I get the more I appreciate the privilege of enjoying such simplicities ... soaking up the colour and fragrance of my garden ....   - am I turning into an old man? Possibly - but if that is the case I will go screaming and kicking into dotage: there is more to Sylvester Greyback than a number and the colour of his hair (as I intend to prove in coming posts).

Watch this space ...