Early morning at the allotment, picking whatever was beckoning to be made into lunch for friends later this morning. All to the accompaniment of a song thrush, invisible yet so present, hidden in the green depths of the background trees. Such beauty so near and yet unknown to the passing drivers circumnavigating the roundabout (perhaps some wonder what the incongruous black BMW is doing parked up on the verge, little knowing the secret inner life of its boot, full of peelings and trimmings headed for the compost heap…)

If you click on any of these images, you can see a much bigger version – amazing really!