When I arrived at the House on the Edge of Exmoor this morning my first task was to wander around the garden. The early sun was warm and I took a few photographs and observed what had been happened since I was there a week previously. The amount of work The Beasts had done in my absence was impressive. I admired the freshly cleared areas and the new planting, I cooed over the baby courgettes and marvelled at the splendid spinach, the previously rescued areas were weed free and the plants looked healthy and the well-loved. All was in fine fettle.
Then I found this note.
pps The halo is real.