Been at mums the last week, working in the garden. It is a special place for me as it is where I feel closest to dad. He died a few years ago but his gardening tools are still here. An old metal file with a pointed end being my particular favourite, perfect for prizing up weeds from between the paving stones.
I set to clearing away around the overgrown pond, shaping a shrub to resemble a little bendy tree on a windswept rocky beach. The rocky beach being pieces of slate and various rocks that I scavenged from around the garden. In my excavations I have come across several old stone ornaments. Ah, there you are Mr Froggy!