Storm Jorge is not due to hit us until tomorrow. Just to get us in the mood, dispiritingly drizzly rain seeped from solid slate skies throughout the day. Even heavy rain would have been more stimulating.
Mostly I read, except when I donned a raincoat and wandered around the garden testing my camera’s imperviousness to the water that
glistened all surfaces
and bejewelled crocuses sagely keeping closed;
camellias on the bushes and
on the ground;
head-bent hellebores –
even those standing proud.
I realised today why these flowers invariably hang their heads.
They come equipped with their own umbrellas.
and mahonias brighten
Raindrops cling to boughs until sliding down to drop to the ground.
This evening we dined at The Wheel Inn. Portions are so plentiful that we both opted simply for mains. Jackie enjoyed the thick, meaty house burger with chips and salad while I chose beer battered cod, chips and peas with tartar sauce. The crispy batter was better than most fish and chip shops could produce. Mrs Knight drank Kaltenberg and I drank Rioja.