You can't help but breathe more deeply underneath the swaying rosemary at the allotment. It smells so great as you brush past purple arms to fill watering cans from the water butt.
If you look down as the water level glugs down a bit, in that lovely silvery bit that's been sitting for a week catching the sun, here's what you'll see.
Designs that reminded me of textile prints. I thought it was the kind of patterns little creatures make with busy trails. But then I thought again.
Does this battered old rain catcher have a secret talent? After spending years eyeing the sky, is it a huge pinhole camera?!!