What a summer-like day it is in Pontypridd, Wales this morning.
I ambled down the lane to my allotment and did a spot of bramble thrashing. It is a huge plot and I got it last summer.
Now is the time to get to the root of the hundreds of old brambles (the plot has not been worked for 15 years but once was the pride of the village) with my little secateurs and cut them back.
My arms are scratched to bits and I have that warm outdoors sweaty smell in my hair. Birds were singing and I was lost in the undergrowth - yes - they are that tall) and having the time of my life.
Now I am home and about to strip off, get into a cool dress and have sarnies and a cup of tea before an afternoon of writing for The Pottering Artist magazine Issue 2.
My dog enjoyed being out for two and a half hours aswell.