Well, I had hoped for a downpour to settle in the mahonias and I got what I asked for. In fact it has hardly stopped raining for three days now - typical fora bank holiday in Britain. We Brits are almost obsessed by the weather because so much depends on what it is like - we were going to crack on with the fence and also to move the raspberries and roses but with this torrential rain we would just create a quagmire. I did manage, between the rain bursts yesterday to mow the back lawn which delights me with it's effectiveness every time. I also finished pressure-washing the deck which is sparkling now and much less of a slipping hazard. The birds continue to entertain us with their feeding habits. If they were children they'd be getting the much quoted warning from their mother that there are starving children in Africa and not to waste their food. For every nut they eat they must waste five much to the relief of our chickens who bomb over to the area to pick up any rejected ones.
The rain didn't stop me from taking some photographs.....
The Jay has got plenty braver and is pounding on our conservatory roof right now before seeing what he can find to eat. Along with his magpie and crow cousins I try not to encourage him, hearing of his penchant for raiding songbird's nest but I am always thrilled at his flash of cerulean when he dips down and disappears over the hedge.
My peas, moved recently to accommodate the much talked about fence are sprouting which I'm thrilled about, loving them as I do.
As there is nothing to do but huddle indoors we have decided a pot of tea at the local tea room is in order and let's hope the rain finally tires of spoiling our weekend break and moves away to allow a final ray of hope later this afternoon.
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