A Little Spot Of Green

We went for a walk before dinner, to stretch our legs, get some fresh air into our lungs and work up an appetite. There is a mess of trees and nettles with a slim overgrown path going through it a bit behind our house. We walked up ducking under wet trees and dodging nettles, neither of us had been up there before and we were surprised when the path neglected as it was opened out on to a secret green, a tiny park with a bin for dog poo, rabbits, mole hills and newly mowed grass. Hidden from the roads by hedges and trees and from the houses that backed onto it by high fencing.



Completely unsung, it would be a great place for exercising small dogs, children or having a leisurely picnic in the sun.

Downpour

Downpour, originally uploaded by Jane Goth.

My blog about bad driving sparked a few comments, including some from twitchy Ford Focus drivers. Now I didn't say that all Ford Focus drivers were dangerous just that a significant number of the dangerous drivers had the old Focus, but still they twitched possibly guilty consciousnesses? I don't know ;-)

After the rain in Manchester and on the drive back yesterday, today was mostly dry, a few spots and dark clouds in Cambridgeshire but otherwise warm and almost sunny. As I got to the Wisbech roundabout I could see over Lynn a large back cloud threaded with the occasional flash of lightening. It didn't actually rain until I was just getting to the outskirts and it bucketed it down, by the time I got home our next door neighbours were in danger of being flooded as the drains had been overwhelmed.

So far this summer has been a bit of a wash out. There's my work's barbecue coming up soon I hope it doesn't rain for that, there is nothing nastier than sheltering under as marquee from the lashing wind eating soggy burgers.

A Glorious Day

Which positively demanded that we left the house for a bimble around King's Lynn, then we drove up past the Chemical Factory to almost the mouth of the Great Ouse to look at the nature reserve. Low on the horizon were flocks and flocks of birds returning to Britain after a winter of sunning themselves somewhere warmer and sunnier (and hopefully avian flu free).

Apart from a couple of light aircraft going overhead, the only noise was the the lapping of the river against the sand bank and the bird song around us.

After all that fresh air and excitement I now feel shattered so I am sat here watching Simon working wonders in the kitchen as he cooks our dinner for tonight. He's just donned the marigolds in order to chop the chillies. :-D