It's been a slow week here at Hobbit Hovel, but, at last, my garrison regiment is ready. Old boys, the halt and the lame, but doing vital, if unglamorous guard duties - barracks, towns, water supplies, rail lines, depots, harbours and rivers. Here we see old Major Vlasov doing the rounds with a patrol:
While, earlier a company of the old lags had turned out for rifle inspection:
It won't be long now, and I'll have enough 42s together for a border skirmish...
Although it is warm tonight here in West Mercia, one can sense that the year has begun to turn. But there is plenty to be harvested, and, in the garden, this late flowering variety of clematis - 'Princess Kate':