Today’s picture from our London Trip shows the sign for a long forgotten shop on Brixton Road. By coincidence, the American senator, Bernie Sanders, a diamond geezer if ever there was one, spoke in front of a crowd of 5000 people at a Brixton venue nearby only last month.
I have been doing a bit of washing of clothes lately and as some of my readers will know, this leads to ironing and so I started the day with the ironing board in play. I am not a skilful iron handler and I never cease to be amazed (and put out) by how much more easy it is to iron a crease into a garment than it is to iron it out again. It just doesn’t seem right. Still, it is a great lesson for life – careful preparation is almost always better than just breenging in regardless. I am going to learn that lesson one day…..but not yet.
I had just got the board folded and the evidence of rather rumpled clothes tucked away upstairs when first Dropscone and then Sandy arrived to share a pot of coffee. Because it will be a busy day for all of us tomorrow, Dropscone kindly brought forward the traditional Friday treacle scones and we ate them on a Thursday instead.
It was a wet and fairly miserable morning outside and it got a lot worse and fairly bucketed down when I went off to do some shopping for Matilda and her parents (and her other grandparents too) who are visiting me over the Common Riding. We seem to be in the middle of a spell of occasional sunshine and many really heavy showers. It doesn’t make for restful days.
Some of the flowers are looking a bit depressed…
…and who can blame them.
I can blame the sparrows though for pecking holes in my lawn.
A water lily seemed quite at home, sheltering from the elements under a leaf in the pond.
The dampness hadn’t discouraged the bees though and there were quite a few about as soon as it actually stopped raining.
In the afternoon, when it had stopped raining for a bit, I had a visit from my friend Gavin, with his daughter, my Newcastle correspondent and her two children. Leo was hoping to see a frog in the pond but there was not a frog to be seen and a few tadpoles were scant consolation. Hannah helped me pick some peas and kindly only ate enough of them to leave me a few for tea.
When they had gone, I picked some beans….
… and admired the other fruit in the garden, some for me….
….and some for the birds.
I noticed that once Leo had left, a frog appeared.
…but by the time that Matilda arrived, it had gone again.
While I waited for Matilda to arrive, I looked around the garden while it was dry.
The privet blossom is falling like snow but there is still masses to come.
And it still looks very curious when you see it lying on the ground.
Rather than dwell on the depressed poppies, I looked at the ever cheerful phlox….
…and a very flowery hosta.
Hostas are mostly grown for their foliage but they pack a lovely flower too.
During the day, an emissary of the Crown builder turned up to pick a few of our rambler roses….
…and I shall feel proud when I see them in the Crown as it is carried through the streets tomorrow. I shall take a picture of it, weather permitting. The forecast is not very good for the morning but things look better for the afternoon. Fingers crossed.
Al and Clare arrived with Matilda on schedule. The garden was too soggy to play in so we had a pleasant time indoors with a construction set which lets you build marble runs. Al and I let Matilda play with it too from time to time.
After tea, while Matilda got ready for her bath, I nipped up to the Market Place to hear a snatch of the Town Band’s open air concert.
Henry, who trained and accompanied our choir last night, can be seen blowing fit to bust on the trombone on the extreme right of the picture. He is a talented chap.
We had a very quiet evening in as the strange surroundings kept Matilda awake long after she should have been fast asleep but I sneaked out to see the Flute Band lead a procession through the streets.
They were followed by the biggest procession I have seen on Summer Fair night, it nearly filled the whole of Caroline Street.
The flautists will wake us up tomorrow morning at 5 o’clock to announce the starting of the Common Riding, Langholm’s great day.