What can I tell you?

I have been blogging lite.

Coupled with the struggle my ageing computer has 

to upload photos to the blog,

and the amount of time I have spent away from the computer indoors,

Instagram has been all too seductive.

But September is nearly over

and as it has been so splendidly abundant

Instagram cannot satisfy the need for a splurge,

so here it comes.

An arresting sight on the beach.

Fruit picking at Maynard's Fruit Farm on its last open day.

(Premature I felt - the trees were groaning.)

A pebble beach can seem a tad dull until

you have time to look at each stone more carefully.

The colour range in the shingle at my feet was astounding.

The last of the Open Gardens on a rare wet day,

but the colours sang out and the crowds were absent.

Sad for the charities but in some ways kinder to the borders.

We went to an Open Garden at Perch Hill (Sarah Raven's Cutting garden).

It was magnificent but the crowds...

there must be so much colateral damage.

I don't know how I managed to give the impression that

we were the only people there!

On the other hand a late afternoon at Wakehurst Place

was very peaceful.

This little chap is also a very peaceful sort.

He smiles and gurgles and puts up with

his sister's tender ministrations.

He is growing apace and my knitting barely keeps up.

And now I must find my passport.

There is a big chap to visit soon.