The wood pigeons have now a perch to congregate and watch me hang out the washing. They often do a fly past over the washing line.Growing runner beans is tinged with sadness now. Steve was not a green veg fan but he did love freshly picked runner beans cooked with a knob of butter and sprinkling of black pepper. This always makes me smile. While I was on holiday I sent a text to remind him if he didn’t water the garden there would be no beans. He sent this back. No words, just photographic proof that he was doing his duty. I miss him.