More digging. More mud. Fewer daffodils.

Having discovered that the water supply was not up to scratch, we're having to replace the old narrow copper pipe from the mains with something wider. This, of course, meant a lot of digging and more mud - this time in the road. And more daffodils slaughtered in the process. (See a plucky survivor to the far left of the picture.)Still, there are plenty more along the verge further up the lane. Must take a photo before they've faded, buried in snow, frostbitten, blown over in a gale or eaten by sheep. It's tough in the country.