Ok so I know my hair is according to Jane dip dyed, signifying nothing truly deterministic,  my T shirt is about 100 years old and my shorts have slipped down on my hips so I look as if I have a muffin top. The fronts are covered with Dougall’s slobber and my legs have got mud all over them. He offered to take a photo and that is so rare in my life I just had to go for it. 

The story is that Dougall and I were walking in the neighbourhood when I was drawn to something looking supremely blue… We walked up and this is what we saw. It is magnificent and Dougall and I sat in awe outside it for a while. Then the owner of the house appeared. I asked if it was Ok for me to take a photograph. He immediately agreed and told me this is Petrea Volubilis, aka Queen’s Wreath or Fleur de Dieu. Oh mon Dieu you can see how that arose can’t you. After chatting for a while he offered to take a photo of Dougall and me. I could not very well say hang on I am just going to nip home, brush my hair change my clothes and put some make up on could I ? So we made an entrance  just as we were. Here it is in its full glory and no apologies for the slobber. Capturing the moment is what it is all about!