Thank you for the complimentary comments on the garden, obviously viewed from a dustance it's at its best. You can't see the shambolic weed-ridden undergrowth that way. I think of my garden as I think of my hair: very, very occasionally it looks exactly how I want it to look and wish it would stay exactly like that!
SmallP was asking about the wall, well it's an interesting wall is what it is. Next door is two semi detached houses that used to be one big house originally. It must have been very grand because it had its own coach house- which the neighbours now use as a sort of garden room/utility. My wall is the side wall of it, and you can see it has a chimney so I imagine a coachman used to live in there as well to look after the horses and the tack and such.
All the houses in my bit used to be accessible from a road at the back, which is still there but newer houses were built on the land at the end and they tend to use the little road more. We've blocked up our exit but our other next door neighbours still use theirs. Maybe there was once a coach house for ours as well, in other parts of the town they are still intact. I suppose it was just like having a garage in Victorian times. My garden is quite big for a the period of the house so I imagine it was once filled with outbuildings and such. The wash copper is in the cellar as is the coal store, so it must have been something else. I'd love to be able to travel back in time to see how it was when it was built.
I was blowing bubbles today as the dog is fascinated by them as am I. As a child I used to sit for hours on the back step with a bowl and a bubble pipe (I seem to think it looked like a little clay pipe!) watching them float over the garden. There are photos somewhere, I must dig them out.
Today has been another scorcher after a truly dire and wet one yesterday, I took a hot water bottle to bed I felt so cold. I think this is what They call 'changeable' weather, in other words they have no real idea what we'll be getting.