The garden in August after heavy rain.
We wished for rain but now I am wishing for it to stop – just while are guests are here this weekend.
Killer cat on the loose
Second kill of the day and it’s not even 9 am. The first was a small bird eaten outside the back door and just now a pigeon. The cats were fed at 6.30 this morning so it’s not hunger, just the killer instinct. Hmmmm
The three month old goslings flex their wings as the sun rises
Granddaughter gets an early handle on the media today
At the offices of The Guardian
She was surprised to see herself on the NBC monitor
She is just competing with her cousin who accompanied his mum to Sky and Aljazeera a few weeks ago. Are they aspiring journalists? I would prefer them to take over The Gables.
Hallelujah! Sheltering from the rain
And revelling in the rain
Cool air and light rain
Perfect as I cook in the barn kitchen for our weekend guests 
The first plum jam of the summer
Many more plums to pick, freeze, pickle, jam and stew……and just eat fresh and sweet from the trees.
Well met Benjy and Oscar and your riders
We Wednesday walkers will use shanks pony to traverse the harvested fields.
Plums and melons
The Victoria plums are turning and very soon it will be time to sterilise the jam jars and stock up on sugar.
In the courtyard the first tiny melon has formed on the plant. Will it grow and ripen?
