None of your Daylight Saving Time. This is British Summer Time. Two sunny days in a row means it’s Summer and we are in Britain, at least until Nick the Chick gets her Second Referendum, then her Third, then her Fourth until the people give her the result she craves, because it his her job to protect Scotland! Cue the fanfare and the cheering crowds. But I digress. We don’t save daylight here. Sometimes I wish we could. I wish we could bottle it up and bring it out on cold December days when the starlings are making their tuneless twittering noises in the skeleton trees and it’s dull, grey and just miserable. If we had a bottle of Daylight, we could open it up and everything would be lovely. Unfortunately, it’s not like that, so we make the most of two days of sunshine back to back, like we did today.
Scamp wanted to do a bit of gardening with the scary gardening gloves Hazy sent. I wanted to get the bike out and go cycling just because I could. I even put a pair of shorts on! I didn’t go far, just a few miles, because this is only the second time I’ve been out this year on Dewdrop. Got a photo of a zombie frog and a blue vent cover the birds have been crapping on and a strip of silver birch bark the sun was shining through, turning the silver to gold. Best of all, I got a bit lost coming home and came upon the branch of cherry blossom. Imagine, I’ve been living in the place for around thirty years and I still manage to get lost!
Came home and watched a really boring F1 GP. Really, the cars look like they did back in the 1950s with big triangular fins and wide tyres. Also, what’s with the multitude of spoilers and wings? They look like boy-racer specials. Despite all the changes and supposed improvements, the excitement just wasn’t there.
Dinner was a beautiful piece of haddock with sautéed potatoes. Quite delicious.
Tomorrow may be warm and a bit sunny, but low pressure is ensuring that the weather is on a downward path again. I knew it couldn’t last.