How good it is to find something which you have given up for lost! My notebook, which I lost last week, has turned up in my daughter's car. I am glad, because although I had reconciled myself to doing without it, it had several useful but indecipherable to anyone else, notes on our Munich visit in April, and a drawing or two.
In the Grove, there are two sort of islands - islands of shadow, and islands of long grass, uncut to allow drifts of daffodils leaves to subside with dignity.
At the base of the yellow brick wall of a car park building, someone has painted or stenciled a life size black and white kitten. There is not other sign of graffiti.