Every Herefordian checks their apples regularly, even if it means turning out on a rainy night. Apart from a suspicious looking moth, they seem fine.
The waning moon was visible between scuds of rain clouds.
The solar light makes a pleasing pattern. There used to be a rotary washing drier thing here, but all that is left is the metal holder. Despite painting it white I was forever tripping over it in the dark, so I have put a solar light in it. I have probably just given myself something else to trip over …Of course, there is the inevitable hedgehog. This is one of the hoglets, it seems to quite like me.