It was warm and sunny on Saturday, so I tucked a poorly Keith up in front of the tv and set off for Crickhowell and the Bluebell woods. A bit disappointing this year as the light wasn't good to bring up the colour of them and they looked a bit wishy-washy.
Anyway, off to Dr's shortly, to check for chest infection brewing with Keith. He's better than he was but can't clear his chest properly and sounds awful. Must go - have just heard Pippi exiting the cat flap! Back later . . .
