Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent Venetia who went to the Taunton Flower Show. You can read about her adventures here. Sad to say, her favourite arrangement in the ‘At the Garden Gate’ class was disqualified for using artificial grass.
We had quite a lot of rain and wind overnight and it was raining very heavily after breakfast when I had to go up to the Town Hall to inquire about getting a replacement bus pass. It was a fitful sort of day though, and by the time that I came back, the rain had stopped. That set the pattern for the day.
Dropscone dropped in with traditional treacle scones to go with a cup or two of coffee. He told me that he had been at a golf tournament earlier in the week and had only managed to get six holes in before the competition was called off because the course was flooded. The dry spell earlier in the summer seems a distant memory now.
When he left, I looked out of the back door across a rainy garden to see the robin at the far end of the lawn…
…and two birds on opposites sides of the great Brexit debate on a neighbour’s rooftop.
Badly painted blackbirds are all around…
…though the painter’s work is improving.
When the rain stopped, I went out to have a look round and was impressed by Mrs Tootlepedal’s large lily.
There are still new flowers coming out and the yellow crocosmia has just started to flower.
The phlox has done so well, undaunted by wind and rain, that Mrs Tootlepedal plans to have even more next year. Who could blame her?
A late honey suckle has come out on the vegetable garden fence.
I went back in and made some leek and potato soup for lunch with a leek and potatoes from the garden. Together with a tomato and feta cheese salad (not from the garden), it made a tasty meal.
After lunch, it looked as though there might be a window in the changeable weather that would allow me to go for a short cycle ride, so while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to do some shopping, I set out to go as far as I could without getting wet.
It was sunny when I started but there was plenty of water running across the road up the Wauchope valley after the morning’s showers, and plenty of water in the little streams rushing down to join the Wauchope Water
The powers that be have mowed every road verge in the district and there are now no wild flowers to look at, so my camera took a wider view today.
I went to the top of Callister and looked down the other side.
The dark clouds coming up from the left told me that it was time to turn and go home.
When I looked back towards the town from the top of the Wauchope Schoolhouse brae, I could see my sunny weather disappearing up the valley
When I got back to the town, I thought of stopping while the going was good, but it was warm enough and it hadn’t started to rain, so I pressed on and crossed the town bridge and headed north.
I kept thinking of those grey clouds that I had seen on Callister and feeling that it would be wise not to go too far, but the road is well surfaced and it was still dry so I went a few miles up the road….
…and the view is always worth looking at…
…but I left it a fraction too late to turn round and within a mile of home, the heavens opened and I got wet. As soon as I got home though, the rain stopped again. Those weather gods like a laugh.
The dry spell gave me a chance to have another walk round the garden. I was hoping to catch a flying bird…
….but the starlings stayed rooted to the electricity wire while I watched them and then all moved off in a body as soon as I turned my back for a moment.
A young dunnock tried out the fake tree but sat there quietly.
I gave up and went in to have a shower.
As we sat down for our tea, the sun came out and it was a glorious evening. We agreed to go for a walk after our meal but of course, it started to rain again when the time came, so we stayed in. Then the sun came out as the rain continued and to emphasise what a patchy day it was, when I looked out of the window at the back of the house to try to see a rainbow, I found that it wasn’t raining at all on that side of the house.
I went out into the garden and it wasn’t raining as I went out of the door but it was raining quite hard on the lawn only a few yards away. I don’t think that I have ever seen quite such local rain.
We have two more days of this sort of weather to come and then, according to a reliable forecast, it is going to get cooler but drier. It will be nice to be able to plan a day’s activity with confidence.
The flying bird of the day is the dunnock that we saw before. By the time that I saw it again, it had flown up into the rowan tree.