The lone trumpeter

This is Fred, he lives in London, I brought him back this orange hoodie from Spain. He then asked me, would I like to hear him play the trumpet, I said yes and we went out to the garden and he played Herb Albert, while standing under a young cherry tree. It was all beautifully surreal, the following week I was in Mount Usher Gardens, in Wicklow, where they have this very mature cherry three and it was in full blossom, so that is the tree. The chickens are a throw back to when I was a child and we had chickens in the yard.