Cobnuts, for the Hairy Bikers Kentish Cobnut cake
They took quite a while to shell, but what beautiful individual markings on each nut...like woodgrain. The cake is so-so and we think we'd rather eat the nuts.
Out in the garden after lunch, taking in the warmth of a late summer afternoon, these caryopteris bushes were humming with the sound of bees. Almost every flower had a bee sitting on it.
Meanwhile, someone else was enjoying one or two of the last plums.
