I’m not going to talk about spring.
I shan’t mention it again. Because whenever I do, usually after there’s been a glimmer of sunshine, or when I’ve spotted a daffodil, the UK is suddenly beset by gale force winds or snow or torrential rain (or all three at once), and it feels like we’re in the middle of winter again. Continue reading “The ‘S’ Word”
Despite the summer solstice two days ago, June has been a wash-out. While the constant rain has been good for some of our fruit, such as the rhubarb, which I’m stewing up constantly, it’s wreaking havoc with our other fruit, such as the cherries, many of which have started to rot away. Continue reading “Rainy June”
Today was not a day to be wearing canvas shoes.
I came home from work with sopping wet feet and my jeans soaked through – and yes, I was carrying an umbrella. Today the rains have been biblical.
So while I cosy up on the sofa with a warming mug of blackberry syrup to ward off the chills, a slice of Ade’s splendid Plum & Raspberry Cake to fight off any fevers and the latest episode of The Great British Bake Off to warm the cockles, I’ll leave you with some photos from the garden, taken by Ade over the last few days, when the sun was still kind enough to make an appearance.