More pottering about in the garden potting up summer plant pots, I am Bob Flowerdew. Took Ma and dog to Beverley Westwood for an energizing walk. Dog refused a regular walk taking one look at the lead and running back to her box flopping down in disgust, however one rattle of the keys and mention of ‘walkies with Ma’ she was up rampaging around the house like a loon. Beverley Westwood proved glorious as ever, although the sky looked ominous and foreboding. Not a shower to be had and quite warm.