They're gone - our massive terracotta glazed pots that have stood either side of our front door for the best part of ten years with a drought-resistant, low-maintenance conifer in each of them. How sad is that?
I didn't notice, of course, despite being the first one scooting away from the house this morning. The Worker called me to let me know. Nothing else has gone but the house is looking a bit bereft and there are two little circles of soil where the bases of the pots stood.
Need to get the broom out and sweep away evidence of our local crimewave.
Maybe the thieves will be struck down with a bad back from lugging the not insubstantial articles from van to their own front door?