I'd gone out to catch the lane in August and had made a promising start with the espaliered Cox's Orange Pippin on the end wall of the house. It's dripping with fruit.
and the rosehips now all that remains of the Rambling Rector climbing rose.
It was a rare sunny and beautiful evening so I stopped at the gate to admire the view, really I should know better than to jokingly moo at a field full of cows with a bull in their midst.
The bovine stampede was immediate.
So I bravely decided to stick it out and hope to goodness the gate held.
which thankfully it did and I think this look says it all.