Today is the first of three carrying an Amber Heat Warning, covering most of the south of England. This particularly applies to those of us over 65 or with underlying health conditions. We are advised to stay indoors or keep in shade.
Although the heat and humidity seems as if we are in a sauna, our
garden is shady enough for Jackie to continue working and for me to
wander around with my camera.
Even the bees seemed somnolent.
As usual each image in the galleries bears its title when accessed with a click on any one.
For the last three or four days Jackie has been forced to reset the footpath through the Weeping Birch Bed, making it more like a line of steps. Firstly she discovered that a clematis planted against the remaining tree stump appeared not to have survived. Upon investigation she found there was nothing beneath its withered roots. That’s right, nothing but an empty cavern. This was the same for the stone paving. There had been, however, a number of molehills heaped upon the soil. In his frantic search for a mate earlier in the year the burrowing suitor had undermined a large part of the Bed.
The Head Gardener found herself perforce building a terrace.
With another 30 photographs being added to my iPhotos I felt bound to cull a few. This meant that although they will remain in the posts, those featured in
and in
were deleted from the library collection.
I read more of ‘England in the Later Middle Ages’, before dinner, which consisted of garlic and herb, salt and pepper, and tempura prawn preparations on a bed of Jackie’s colourful vegetable rice, with which she drank Rheinbacher Weissbier while I drank Breachfront Californian Merlot 2022.