It's 7.20am (6.20am UK time) and it's cool. I'm still wearing shorts and T shirt, but almost wish I wasn't.
The Hazel nuts are looking good. Some have already started dropping; they're plump, sweet, and milky.
The Chestnuts are swelling. It's probably time to get mowing beneath the trees.
And this year's Sloes are the size of small Plums.
The boys are happy whatever the weather, and whatever time of day. I always give Monty a few Blackberries at this spot; that's what he's waiting for.
No need to buy or grow Mint here; it's everywhere. Actually I do grow some, but a different variety.
And finally, I pass this wild grapevine every morning, and I can hardly wait to see what becomes of it when ripe. Red, white, sweet, or sour? I just hope the deer don't get to them before I do. If they're any good I'll take some cuttings.