The lavender is just coming into flower and so the bees will be mad for that shortly. In the afternoon, I decided to head out walking and for reasons I ought to be kicking myself for, reasoned that as I'm still not running it had better be a long one. It ended up being ten plus miles, in unceasing rain, across the Grange Road fields to Hawton, and hence to Farndon and Willow Holt.
I couldn't resist trying out my shorts - Peter Storm ones from Millets - and it was just as well I did because they got very wet, yet dried really quickly as soon as the rain eased. What didn't perform so well were my Karrimor walking trainers. The rain itself wasn't the problem, rather, walking through long grass and barley and getting rivers of water running down my legs onto my shoes. They were saturated in seconds, and consequently I did most of the walk with soaked feet.
There's a lesson to be learnt there, if I ever start walking serious distances. Still, I was happy, listening and laughing out loud to a Radio 4 programme about the horror rivalry between Hammer and Amicus films, taking snaps of wildflowers, and just generally putting one foot in front of the other. Very squelchy feet.
I regret to say my other piece of non-erotic wear, my yellow "Kag in a Bag" also had to be deployed when the rain got too heavy. But no-one saw, so I don't care!
I hope some of you had better weather!
|2nd flight tortoiseshells are out, I read. This is what became of the 1st.|
|Onto the next one|
|Inflight close up|
|A tree bumblebee joins the frenzy|
|Under the laburnum|
|In a Farndon garden|
|Forget me nots in the church|
|Campion on the river bank|
|Inside a foxglove|
|The beautiful Farndon buttercup meadows|