British Summer Time

By way of a change this year British Summer Time and summer weather coincide - it isn't always the case! We've got the Bournemouth boot - a car boot that is always at the ready for a trip to the beach; folding chairs, hamper, towels and cossies, suncream, spade and a beach game at which we are hopeless but which the five year old loves! We've been collecting him straight from school. He gets into the car in white shirt, grey pants and sturdy black shoes and gets out in green crocodile crocks and his swimming trunks ready to run straight into the sea. I have to be ready also so that I can sprint in after him. "Come on, Nana, swim!" I stand up to my waist in the water, waiting to acclimatize and shout for him to wait for me and swim no further out.

We 've had one good downpour of rain overnight, almost filling the new water butts. The garden has responded with lush growth and some of the gravel paths have almost disappeared under foliage. The soil has quickly returned to dust. I would really appreciate a regular pattern of overnight rain and sunny days!