Friday 29th May 2026

And its Friday, and so we're on the cusp of the weekend. Again.

I like Fridays, I can lay in and sleep. But as always, almost always, my brain woke me at twenty past five.

It was cool, but the sun was already lighting the window of the side bedroom. It was going to be another scorcher, though with a possibility of rain.

Which would have been nice, though in the end it amounted to about ten drops of rain, so the garden remained dry.

Jools was up and about, and off to yoga at ten past six. I could barely string a coherent sentence together at that hour.

I do accept coffee though.

So once I had woken up, I put out the bins, then go and sit on the patio with Scully, until the heat from the still low sun drove me back to the cool interior of the house.

The parasol would cast a cool shadow over the bench seat from just before midday, so would go back out then.

I checked on the Bee orchid spike. Still not open, but the first flower bud was now pink rather than white.

Maybe tomorrow.....

Jools came home, and after a brew and a cream scone, I announce, grandly, that I was going to go out orchiding.

Jools said it was too hot, so I went on me tod.

I drove along the Sandwich road past Sandwich, up through Richborough, then turn off towards Pegwell Bay.

We have been coming here for over a decade. Sometimes a cuckoo would be calling, though rarely seen. But not this year.

Into the reserve, I find the ground either side of the path overgrown, and at first no orchids were seen.

Further on I see a couple: a pure Southern Marsh, and a couple of tiny Common Spotted, and then the taller spikes of their bastard offspring, Dactylorhiza x grandis.

After some searching, and finding two small Pyramidal spikes in partial flower hidden in deep vegetation.

I went to the area I knew where the densest population usually were to be found, and find several spikes of both species, hybrids, but best of all, a double spike of pure white Southern Marsh. Only the third time I have seen this colour form, and a twin spike!

A short drive away is Monk's Wall, and the colony of Lizards along the side of the bypass.

I park up, walk up the slope, and find that the Lizards are at or close to their peak.

Large, majestic spikes, some green with pink edges, other pale green, almost var. flavescens.

I snap them, then cross over to the central reservation to snap more. On the way I stumble across a lone Bee orchid.

Unexpected Bee Orchid in the bagging area!

I don't think there's another orchid that causes such a reaction as a Bee, so I let out a squeal of delight and snap that too.

I had to drive through Sandwich, and along the narrow streets so to avoid the traffic jam on the bypass, which is mad. But passing folks sitting outside pubs, sipping ice cold beer made me thirsty. Soon, Ian. Soon.

My last stop was where, a few years ago, was a large colony of Bee Orchids, including some yellow ones. Sadly, the site has been developed, and the sides of the road now landscaped and the Bees gone.

But Viper's bugloss is taking over, with its large blue and purple spikes in flower in huge numbers. I walk up and down both verges, but see no Bees, but do find a Cudweed species for the first time.

And that was that.

Back in the car and through Deal, Walmer and back home. I thought the towns would be packed, but there was some parking spaces, but I don't stop, instead I think of the cold beer I would soon be supping.

I quickly made one bottle of La Chouffe Cherry vanish along with some peanuts, and with the second bottle we finished of the French garlic flavoured crisps I bought at Stop 24 services, before I saw they were £4.50 a bag.

I spend the afternoon listening to all 19 tracks off London Calling, sometimes singing along. There are worse ways to spend the afternoon.

And I live by the river!

They were nice, though.

I win the music quiz. On the first clue, correctly guessing that it was Bandwagonesque by Teenage Fanclub. Ten points to Jelltex, but I am unplaced in the month's final standings.

Time to change, have a wash before going out again to meet Ange and Sean at Chef de Mumbai for a curry, beers and a chat.

All of the above was wonderful, we ate slowly, but well. And I made three pints of Cobra disappear.

Lovely.

Jools drove us home in the gloaming, as the sun set angry and red to the north west, made so by the desert dust in the atmosphere.

A bloody good day.

Thursday 28th May 2026

Overnight, the wind dropped and the temperature climbed, as did the humidity.

Sleep was hard to come by.

So, by five I was tired, and it was supposed to be a phys day.

Truth is I haven't done a full 40 minutes in a couple of weeks, and I know I would have to this day. It would have been all too easy to bail, but Jools was going, so I went too.

We were five minutes behind, the doors to the entrance had already been opened as we drove into the car park. So we parked, walked to the swishy doors, and in.

Up the stairs and we find just one other person in the gym, so we take the two bikes, and get working out.

In the corner, where the bikes are, the air con isn't good, so soon I was hot and bothered, but apart from being uncomfortable, I was fine, just had to get through the urge to give up because hot and sweaty.

I did the forty minutes. Jools did her stuff, so back to the car and round to Tesco, where filling the car now costs seventy quid.

Thanks Donald, yer bampot.

Then into the shop where we spend another hundred or so quid on stuff we need.

And then we forgot. I forgot., the tortilla chips and sour cream, yet remembered the coriander.

I can't explain it.

Back home for breakfast of mini pork pies, and put the shopping away. Before I was out again, this time to Monkton Nature Reserve.

I arrived dead on ten, and ask for the director, who is pleased to see me.

Ahem.

And after some orchid chit-chat, we go into the reserve and see what the tour next week will see.

And hour past, and we saw mostly var. flavescens Man orchids, so I took shots as we walked and talked.

I showed him the rosettes and spikes of Pyramidals he thought had failed, and he showed me the Lizard orchid spikes, one of which should flower this year.

He had meetings, and I was done, so we shook hands, not before me offering to do a talk on Monday at a KWT orchid day, so no pressure then to perform my talk on Kent orchids.

I drove slowly back, through Wingham to Barham, then onto the A2 and back home.

The morning had gone.

I had a couple of hours before I was due out again, this time to Dover for a dental appointment.

I parked at Stenbrook, but the peace was shattered by the fair that had Eurodisco and whatever the latest bland trend is.

One kid lay on the grass, his mother trying to bring him round. A combination of heat, excitement and too much sugar I suspect.

Inside the dentist, the guy before me was having major work done on an infection, and his twenty minute appointment stretched to ninety.

I waited, and at regular intervals added time for parking via the app.

I went up. Teeth fine, other than me brushing too hard still.

But not as bad as could be, is damning with faint praise, I guess.

Back home for ten past five. The cats fed, so I cook a quick supper of sausage sarnies with onion and ketchup.

Took 15 minutes and was perfect.

And that was your day. My day. Some orchids and another day without work.

Wednesday 27th May 2026

Mum would have been 82.

Checking the moth trap is easier on days when we don't go to the gym.

As on Tuesday I forgot until we got back from Phys, and the poor moths were baking in the sun.

So set again on Tuesday night, so that when we got up at half five, I could check the trap.

I could see several of the moths were members of the Pug family, and the most handsome was a Green pug, which I delighted in it's patterning.

After checking all moths, we put the trap and fittings in the shade, so they could fly off when they wanted.

We went back inside to check Scully and feed the rest of the cats.

It was some ten degrees cooler, and there was a fresh breeze that made it feel almost comfortable.

We had nothing planned, other than Jools's class, so she left at half seven, while I washed up and faffed around.

I sit in the back garden on the top patio looking for birds and insects. A couple of Painted ladies were about, but when one settled, I didn't have my camera, so we just stared at each other until I moved and it flew off.

And not much of any import happened.

The morning passed into afternoon. Jools brought back a lady from the group to do some admin online with, so I was back outside, out of the way for a few hours.

Until I had to go to Canterbury or an osteopath appointment, as I am getting a slight pain in my right foot.

So, a gentle drive along the A2, then turn off onto New Dover Road, and halfway along is their practice.

I am seen, and it all boils down to the injury I had two years ago in my knee, a torn cartilage, and how my body adapted and put strain elsewhere.

So, I was prodded and pummelled, and given exercises to do, so paid and drove back home.

We dined on steak, chippy chips, garlic mushrooms and fresh asparagus. All delicious and washed down with pink fizz.

And for the evening there was European football. Crystal Palace wone the Europa Conference, 1-0. And that was that.

Just the Champion's League Final on Saturday and the season ends. Until the World Cup begins in two and a half weeks.

When Saints became sinners

On 7th May 2026, during preparations for the Championship Play Off sei final against Southampton, officials from Middlesborough noticed a person acting stangly, observing and filming Borogh's training session.

The person doing the filming, deleted data, ran to a nearby golf course and changed clothes.

He was later identified as an employee of Southampton FC.

Initially Southampton denied filming had taken place and no data was produced. This emerged as a misrepresentation of the truth. Not only was data recorded, it seemed the intern doing the filming was livestreaming the filming back to Southampton.

The Southampton Manager, Tonder Erhart, refused to answer questions about the incident in the run up to the two legs of the semi final, even walking out of a press conference after a journalist asked if he had cheated.

The semi final was played, and Southampton won, so would meet Hull in the final on the 23rd May.

Middlesbourough rasied the issue with the Football League, and a date was set for a hearing, 19th May. Five days before the play off final.

In the meantime, two further charges were raised against Southampton stating that spying had taken place before games against Oxford and Ipswich.

Previously, Leeds had been found guilty of similar spying, and fined £200,000. But in the wake of that, additional rules were brought in and agreed by the 72 clubs banning such spying, or scouting, within 72 hours of a match.

On May 19th, Southampton were thrown out of the play-offs and Middlesborough reinstated. In addition, they would be subject to a points deduction of four points for next season. The explusion was for the Middlesborough offence, and two each for the Oxford and Ipswich offences.

An appeal was heard within 24 hours, and the punishments were confirmed.

Documentation was released after the appeal showing Erkhart knew and ecnouraged the spying, and even complained that the footage obtained on 7th May wasn't good enough and would have to be redone.

So, Southampton's manager not only knew, but was the driving force behind the spying, and chose to say nothing until the semi-final had been played and won. Thus, I would imagine they thought strengthening their case, making expulsion more unlikely. Expecting a £200,000 fine, they must have been shocked to find the Football League took the charges seriously.

Very seriously.

After the appeal, there was no right to further appeal, and the final was played, Hull City winning to be promoted from 6th place in the final table.

The Football League can only bring charges against its members: the football clubs. But the Football Association can, and will, bring charges against those implicated. And lengthy bans from the game can be expected.

For me, the denial and refusing to answer questions when the manager/coach knew, is damning. And for that should have been kicked out of the competition.

It is likely that other offences will be found, and puncished. And at the moment it is unclear who at the club knew about the spying, so the club has said nothing.

Players, who upon relegation last May took a 40% drop in wages, and might have expected for that to be reinstation upon promotion, might now sue the club. As might clubs like Wrexham who missed out on promotion, partly, as a result of the spying. They might argue that the points deduction should have applied to this season, thus lifting them into the play-off, so they should be replayed.

We don't know.

Southampton are in debt. In addition they owe £99 million in transfer installments. If they have to pay players and other clubs compensation, Southampton could be plunged into financial crisis.

Its a mess. And one of the club's own making, and has forever tarnished the clubs name and image.

Tuesday 26th May 2026

Tuesday.

And today was to be even hotter.

Not only was it, but was the warmest May and June day on record.

35 degrees at Kew and one of the airports.

It was as hot as I have known it, and yet life goes on.

Up at just gone five, and it was cool in the morning light, and after coffee I get ready to go to the gym.

Already the car said it was twenty two degrees, and the mercury was climbing.

I intended to do more than twenty five minutes, but to be honest, I was so hot and sweaty, I could hardly hold onto the handles. On twenty five minutes my legs stopped and I climbed off.

No worries as I would be climbing downs later hunting more orchids.

On the way home I went to Tesco to by a bottle of squash and so ice cream. Two triple packs of pistachio magnums.

I was tempted to have one when I got home, but didn't.

I would have had a shower, but I would get hot again climbing Park Gate, so I leave that for later.

I took Jools into town for her class, then back home, where I wasn't hungry for breakfast, but make a cuppa, and wait for Iain to come round.

This was to be another U3A site visit, and as it turned out the last one, due to lack of interest. But two other members would meet us there.

I drove Iain and myself to Elham, then up the narrow lane to the parking place.

Oddly for peak season, there were no other cars, and just one person on the down.

We walk through the gate and straight away I see a whole load of green.

I knew where some of the Monkey would be, so we climb to the top of the down, but find just two spikes already going to seed, showing more of the dirty pink colour.

Down the path, expecting to see other spikes on both sides, especially at the bottom near the gate, but there were but two tiny spikes, already browning off.

Into he second paddock, and up the middle track, and where I would expect thirty or forty spikes, there were none.

Just two down the bottom, one at least worth photographing.

The other two members arrived at half nine, we walked back to the entrance to meet them. They were keen photographers, and not really into the plants, just shots.

Which is fine, I guess.

Mother Nature decided, therefore, not to produce more than ten spikes for us of Monkey, and inn the third paddock, no Fly and a single stunted Greater butterfly.

Otherwise a couple of tiny Common Spotted had begun to open, and a few green spikes of Chalk fragrant.

And that was it.

At least there was a Cockchafer beetle I spotted, climbing up stalks of grass from which to launch its large body from.

We all got shots, but that was that.

Iain and I leave the photographers and drive through Stelling to Stone Street, turn down that to the motorway then to Hawkinge.

Our final call was to the Late Spider site high on the downs above Folkestone.

We park near the gate, then walk up to the compound. The fence was still off, but there was no need to climb it as the biggest and most impressive spike was a few inches from the fence, complete with three fine flowers on its short spike.

Another orchidist there said he had found a "purple" orchid, could I ID it?

I believe I could, and turned out to be a Pyramidal with three open flowers on the spike, and nearby a CSO we saw last week was also in flower.

He was happy.

We too were happy.

We walk back to the car, then drive back to the Alkham Valley road, through River, up Whitfield Hill and home.

Iain left for home, and Jools had just got back from town.

We had an ice cream.

Damn, it was hot.

We did nothing the rest of the afternoon. Just stay out of the sun, even if the heat was less here than on Monday.

Just.

Supper was Caprese with garlic bread. Over-ripe tomatoes, soft creamy cheese and crunch garlic bread.

And wine.

The afternoon turned to evening, the light turned to rosy-pink, though temperatures didn't fall until well after dark.

I played music, the Chic version of Diana Ross's Diana album, followed by The Black Crowes and finally Harry Connick Jr.

Thus confusing the neighbours.

Monday 25th May 226

I thought that being retired meant there would be time to get round all sites for orchids, as well as explore new ones.

And I suppose if I went out every day I could, but I seem happy enough with what I do, and on occasion, showing people round sites.

Monday was a bank holiday, and by tradition it is supposed to be wet, windy and cold. Well, this Whitsun Bank Holiday, someone forgot to put in the paperwork, and it was going to be hot and sunny.

How hot? Up to 30 degrees here in east Kent, warmer in that London, where it nearly reached 35 degrees, only the 11th time that has been reached in the UK, and its the last week in May. High summer is yet to arrive.

Europe is suffering much worse, with temperature records being shattered from France through Spain to north Africa.

But Donald, tell us climate change isn't real.

Jools was out early doors walking to Kingsdown again. She left at six, when it was still cool. Coolish.

So I drank tea, checked the internet. And so by the time I went to pick her up at The Rising Sun at eight, I decided I would go straight out for some orchiding.

Traffic was light into Walmer, and back again through Kingsdown. I dropped Jools off at home, grabbed my camera and was off.

Where to?

Well, one of the not so well known sites for Late Spiders.

Traffic was really light from the port and tunnel. I reached Hythe in twenty minutes, turned off and went up Stone Street, before heading off along the narrow lanes and tracks to a nondescript pull off, where a stile was hidden by vegetation.

Here be orchids.

At least over the stile, up the back, through the brambles and up the down.

By now it was nine, and getting warm.

I walked up, stopping to check on orchids and possible orchids.

Several Common Spotted Orchids were out, one fully, so I snapped that.

I failed to find the LSOs halfway up the down, but around the old chalk pit, three cages were out, each with a tiny spike inside, protected from sheep and photographers.

I found at least half a dozen more spikes, so put cages on them once I had taken shots of the tiny treasures.

A short drive away was another site. Better known, and with maybe ten cages out. I check them but don't find the mono-coloured spike I was hoping for, so snap a couple then go on to a third site.

Its a hike to the down. Up a slope, and by then it was nearly eleven, and hot. I had forgotten my hat, so suffered with sweat in my eyes.

But worth it once I had got to the bank, and I saw several large spikes, many with several flowers, and even the first Bee Orchid of the year for me.

I snapped many of them, though seeing through the viewfinder was tricky with the sweat and it quickly steamed up too.

I was done.

It was midday. I had done 5,500 downland steps, I was hot and bothered and needed a cold beer.

I walk back to the car and drive to the motorway, then to the coast, taking the Alkham Valley Road, as I was going to the new Co-Op in Whitfield as it has a big car park, and few still know its open.

I bought four cans and two bottles of lager, then go through Pineham and Guston to home, where Jools pours me a pint of ice cold squash, and we retreat into the coolness of Chez Jelltex.

And so for the rest of the day there was relaxation, and the final play off game of the season, from League 2, where Notts County beat Salford, with Mr Beckham looking on.

Play off games are cruel, but compulsive viewing.

And so ends the domestic football season.

Sunday 24th May 2026

Although it seems to have gone on forever, and Norwich played their last game of the season some 22 days previously, it was the final day of the Premier League season, as well as the League 1 play off final at Wembley.

Despite the season ending, you'll be glad to know that it all returns on August 14th. Abd before that there is the World Cup, though most of the games are taking place in the middle of the night, at least for us.

Not only had summer arrived, it was going to get hotter.

And hotter.

So, up at half five when it was at least cool, then have coffee, feed the cats, and be off to the gym at ten to seven.

It was still cool when we walked to the entrance, but hot when we left forty minutes later having done our session.

Back home for breakfast of strawberries and cream, as its nearly time for Wimbledon.

I had a shower, while Jools took one of the knit and natter ladies to a garden centre for a shuffle round the plants.

I stayed home

And it got hotter.

The football began at two. Bolton thrashed Stockport 4-1 to go up to the Championship and so play Norwich next season.

Then came the final round of PL games, all kicking off at four. Who would go down: Spurs or West Ham?

All Spurs had to do was to avoid a defeat, even then West Ham would have to win.

Just expected, it was a tense afternoon, with Spurs bundling the ball over the line just before half time, and it was then a matter of if Everton could score twice.

They couldn't.

So, it didn't matter what West Ham did, they were down anyway. They won 3-0 against Leeds.

So, all over.

Between games I went into the garden to chase the Brown argus that have emerged, and were basking on the Yellow rattle.

I got some OK shots of the small butterflies. As it was hot they were flighty.

We have a fridge full of food, so I cooked hash for dinner, which was pretty good as always.

By then it was half eight, the sun was sinking in the west, but it was still hot.

Saturday 23rd May 2026

Would have been Dad's 88th birthday. But he's been thirty years gone.

So it goes. So it goes.

Summer arrived like a 500 tog duvet this week, so getting anything done is best carried out early in the morning.

So, we were up at just gone five, and once dressed I went out to check on the moth trap, the first time I have set it this year.

Nothing large or unusual, but always good to see a Buff tip, doing its impression of a small twig.

We tried to get the moths to fly away once I had snapped them, then back inside to feed the cats and make coffee.

As discussed yesterday, the port was expected to be busy, so checked the traffic heat map, and saw traffic already backing half way up Jubilee Way, so I decided to leave for the gym half an hour early so I could get round the Duke of Yorks roundabout.

So that's how it came to be that I was the first and so only car in the car park. So unusual, I took a shot to prove it.

George tuns up, so we chat about his new house, the work going on and aches and pains, before it was time to go to the entrance for the opening at seven, he went to the pool and I climbed the stairs to the gym.

The air conditioning at the gym is poor in the winter when there's frost on the ground, so now high summer has arrived, within five minutes I am glowing all over, and the minutes and seconds on the time click round slowly.

My podcast ran out at thirty seven minutes, so I bin it with not worth starting a new pod for three minutes.

Jools had texted advising me to come home via the back roads, so I drive to Whitfield then through Pineham to Guston.

And home.

But as we were expecting friends to come down from that London, and the plan had been to walk along Shakespeare Cliff into Dover, taking in the footbridge onto the beach to Dover Marine Station. But the jams put the kybosh on that, so I called Justin and asked if they could get off at Martin Mill, and we could walk into Walmer.

Or Kingsdown to the pub if it was too hot.

Readers: it would be hot, so a walk to the pub would be a great idea.

Anyway, they agreed, so we had three hours to shower, shave and get all clean before we had to meet them at the station at twenty five past eleven.

At least trains aren't affected by the jams in town, and despite being a few minutes late, the high speed train glided into the station, and Justin and Viccy appeared from the subway.

I gave them a choice of things to do, and a walk from the Dover Patrol into Kingsdown was chosen. I drove us up Station Road and through the village before reaching the rough track leading to the car park.

I would text Jools when we arrived in Kingsdown, and we would meet her in the Rising Sun for a drink and maybe lunch.

We three set off along the clifftop path, the ground falling away in front of us.

The ground and cliffs fall away from the Monument, so going would be easy. Though first of was to walk to the place where you can look back along the cliff face, with the sheer drop a couple of feet in front.

And we were careful not to get too close.

It was perhaps too late in the morning to set off, it was very warm and getting hotter. But our pace was easy as we walked north.

On the way I pointed out the plants I knew, and down below on the Channel, boats skimmed about, while there was a dark shape on the horizon, marking the coast of France. Ferries skittled across the water, moving the crowds from one side to the other.

We walked on.

There is a slight hill before the path descends to the beach, and with the sun now overhead and downright hot, it was one step in front of the other.

Past the golf course, then down the steps and onto the beach, walking on the road, dodging past parked cars and the twats heading to the golf course, who have no time for anyone but themselves.

We reached the bottom of the High Street, then down the slope to the Rising Sun. Jools had just arrived, so we all went inside, took a table near the door to the beer garden, and ordered three huge iced Cokes, so to quench our thirsts.

Viccy and I had scampi and chips, Justin had fine looking fish and chips while Jools had a burger, and while the pub filled up, the food arrived and we tucked in.

After paying, Jools drove us back to Chez Jelltex, where we had a brew, and our friends were introduced to most of our cats, and I think its fair to say, blown away by the view from our back garden.

They had to get back to London for their cat, so I got them to Martin Mill for half three, so to be in time for the high speed train back to London.

I came back, poured a beer, and settled down to watch the Championship play off final, which was probably the worst game of the season. In any league.

Hull scored near the end of the second half, so Hull were promoted instead of Middlesborough, who had been reinstated after Southampton were kicked out.

It was a messy end to the season, but Hull go up.

It was a hot and humid evening, we had the windows open all night, so didn't sleep too well, tossing and turning in the high temperatures.

But it was the end of another one of those great days.

Friday 22nd May 2026

Friday.

And for a change, I sleep through until ten past six, woken only when Jools drove the car up the drive and the loose drain cover clanging.

Oh well.

I lay for ten minutes before getting up, to find Cleo waiting for me to vacate the bed, so she could go to sleep for the day.

Outside it was already a warm and sunny day, too warm to do much, though a walk might be in order.

But first: coffee and do the bins.

Scully is hungry, but then she is every morning. So, looking at her test result, I see its too high to be of concern, so try to ignore her.

Jools does yoga, comes back, has a brew and breakfast, then is gone for knit and natter at half nine, going round to pick up the ladies in the car, leaving me home alone for a couple of hours.

I do go for a walk, just across the field to look for flowers and butterflies, but out in the field, the wind was stronger than it looked, probably too strong for them to be on the wing.

The orchid at the end of the street still isn't in flower, but I convince myself its close. Though its clear its not an Early spider, and is almost certainly a Bee.

I come back for a brew and sit under the parasol and read more of WSC's preview of the world cup with Scully in close attendance.

The plan had been to go to Pegwell Bay in the afternoon to look for orchids, but the build up of holiday traffic put that in doubt, but by one the Duke of Yorks roundabout was clear, so we could go that way and turn up towards Whitfield before taking the Sandwich road.

It was a downright warm, if not hot, afternoon. The car park by the Viking Ship was over half full, cars and campers spread out as people ate ice creams of sun bathed.

We parked and walked to the steps and down onto the old hoverport.

Due to a series of dry winters and springs, the Bee Orchids, Southern Marsh Orchid and yellow Man Orchids have all died out, and the only two orchids we did see where two Lizards not yet in flower.

In fact there were few flowers out, just stonecrop making a go of things on the dusty soil, and that not in flower either.

On the way back we stop at Monk's Wall for me to check on the Lizards there, and beside the main road I found a dozen spikes, and two partly in flower already.

This is the back up if going to Sandwich bay isn't worth it when I lead the HOS trip in twelve days.

Back in the car for the drive back home, going via Deal and Walmer to miss the jams building up for Dover port, which was going to be a problem as we had friends coming to visit on Saturday, and we were to meet them at Priory station, which might be impossible.

We shall see.

Oddly, despite having summer weather, traffic was light along The Strand, so we made good time back to St Maggies and Chez Jelltex.

Time to put the kettle on for a brew, and due to the heat, skip a meal and snack instead.

As the football season is now almost at an end, no games on the TV, and I was pooped again, so we went to bed just after nine, after I checked Scully and fed her one last time.

Summer is here.

Thursday 21st May 2026

Another week has nearly flown by. Summer had arrived the day before, and for the next week and a bit, at least, it would be warm and sunny.

What better way then to spend the morning, than by climbing up and down downs hunting for orchids?

And so phys before at six in the morning. Then go to Tesco, where due to the fact we had not used our money off vouchers, we had £88 off the shop which included some Belgian beers.

Of course.

Phys was hot and bothersome, but I did 38 minutes until the podcast ended, and not enough time to get a new one started, so I stop and go outside to cool down.

Then to Tesco, and back home for twenty to eight for a shower, shave and get dressed. Have breakfast and a brew, so we could meet Fran off the train at quarter to nine.

There was barely a moment to catch our breath.

Fran was waiting outside Priory Station, so once she had climbed in, we headed up Old Folkestone Road to Capel, then on the A20 to the motorway.

Some sites are more secret than others. This is fairly secret, and the second time I had been here this week.

We park, then walk up the track which then blends into the meadow as it climbs, then into a valley between two downs, where on one side is a small colony of Late Spiders.

I say small, this year it is thriving. Fran said she wanted to visit, so after making our way through the long grass, chasing butterflies as we walked, we reached the foot of the down, and there a few feet up was the first of the orchids.

We saw more and more as we walked along, and then I spied a smaller orchid than the rest, its lip a different shape and with patternation not quite right for a pure Late Spider: a hybrid between Late spider and a Bee (orchid).

We all got shots of that, and of other more robust spikes, as the weather turning warm really suits this mostly southern European species.

We don't go far up the slope due to nesting birds, so happy with what we saw, we walk back down to the car, and then drive to the next site.

A short drive away is Park Gate, and a blast down the Elham Valley then up the six-foot-sixer brought us to the reserve, and no other cars or visitors about.

From experience, Park gate is a couple of weeks later than other sites, even after my visit two weeks back, there hasn't bene much movement.

The Early purples are still OK, well, some of them, and just a handful of Monkey spikes were to be seen. Though a couple of them looked like they were already going over due to the "dirty" colour of the flowers, but I could be wrong in that.

We snap all the Monkeys, then look for Fly and Greater butterfly.

Most of the latter were still just rosettes or the spikes had been damaged, the one partially in flower had deformed blooms, and looking very sad for itself.

Jools found a single Fly on the slopes, and that mostly burnt to a crisp.

The lone Lady has shown again this year, but no spike is showing, so will probably be blind.

Because of the above, no point in looking for Musk, as it would be way too early!

Next up it was back to the Bird's-nests in the wood. But on the way we stopped at Barham post office and village shop for ice cream and a sit in the sun.

Then into the woods. Parking at the crossroads, and walking along the path before climbing the bank, into the greenness under the complete canopy.

And there, among the Dog's mercury was dozens of splendid, nay perfect, Bird's-nests, just there.

In groups of four, five and more, scattered among the green, odd brown spikes, leaching off others for their sustinance.

Back to the car for the long drive back to Herne Bay to drop Fran off. But on the way we stop off in Barham to check on the colony of White helleborines I found two years back, but driving round the car park there was no sign.

On a hunch we went to Woolage, and in the tri-angular wood I hoped to find more Bird's-nests, but White helleborines too.

For the last two years there have been no orchids in the wood, but this year, hundreds of White helleborines have returned. Many in flower, and some of large size, one nearly 18 inches tall, and full of flowers.

But no Bird's-nests.

Maybe next year....

So then to Herne Bay, cutting across country through Wingham, Preston, Stourmouth to join Thanet Way to Herne Bay, then along narrow streets to Fran's house. Drop her off and back to Thanet Way.

On the way up I noticed a greasy spoon, and realised how hungry I was. Should we call in for lunch? I asked Jools as it neared two.

Yes.

So, in the longest lay-by in England, we pulled up beside the van.

I ordered sausage and bacon roll, whilst Jools had a cheeseburger.

We ate sitting on an old tree trunk, a kind of bench, talking with the owner about walking, Orchids and life.

From there it was a slow drive to Ramsgate and then to Sandwich and home. Getting back at three and so putting the kettle on for a well deserved brew.

Phew.

What with the snack at the greasy spoon, there was no need for dinner, other than the half pack of biscuits we dunk in a fresh brew.

It was a glorious afternoon, I tried to sit in the garden, but it was too hot, even if sweet Cleo did jump on my lap and lick my arms.

I pour a bottle of La Chouffe and take it to the bottom patio, but a fly tried to get in the glass, and I'm not sharing my beer with anyone, so I down it. Making my head spin.

There was no football on the telebox, so off to bed at eight, and asleep by half past, too pooped to read or listen to a podcast.

Wednesday 20th May 2026

We made it to the middle of the week.

I get to lay in. If, my brain and body lets me. But I was awake before five, so use the bathroom and lay in bed snoozing until just before six.

Jools was up. The cats were fed and the coffee was brewing.

This was the Wednesday of the month when Jools travels to Bromley for another knit and natter group, so I would drop her off in town at eight, then rush back home for a guy with a ladder to come round to fix the guttering.

It was a cool but bright morning, but the promise was of warmer weather "soon". In fact it would come quite soon.

After dropping Jools off, I went into town to go to M&S for some bread when it opened, so was there to witness the local soaks sitting outside the church tugging on cans of Special Brew and letting out rasping laughs.

Others crossed the road to avoid them, but 'Spoons opened at eight too, so they wandered off up the alley beside the church to get their first rounds in.

I go to St James and into M&S, and find that a pack of chocolate covered shortbread rounds also fell into the basket.

With my swag, I scarper to the car and drive home for a cuppa and breakfast.

When the sun shone, it was almost warm, so had the back door op. But when it clouded over, I closed the back door to keep the warmth in. So, the morning passed with me opening and closing the back door.

I texted the guy with the ladder asking what time he might be round. Be there in forty five minutes he chipped.

So I made a fresh brew and found something to listen to. It was just before one, and it looked brighter.

He turned up at quarter past one. He looked up at the guttering and said "your swan's neck is loose!"

He got his son to get the ladder out, selected the tool, put up the ladder and was up like a weasel in a rabbit hole. But up.

Three minutes it was done, he came down and filled in the paperwork, and was gone.

I sat in the garden ready the WSC World Cup Guide, with Cleo fussing around me, jumping on my lap and grooming me.

Its just cupboard love.

Summer, it turned out, arrived some time between three and four, as the wind changed and became warm, so temperatures soared.

There was a railtour coming through, so at half four I head down to Martin Mill to take position up on the platform, snapping a Dover-bound Electrostar as I arrived.

I went over to the up platform, and took position opposite a mother, grandmother and child, he barely four years old. But excited.

I told him to listen for the whistle as it approached Cold Blow Lane, that meant it would be in sight within a minute.

We heard the distant whistle.

Show time!

Despite was real time train times website said about it being on time, she appeared some four minutes late, Braunton making a whole load of smoke.

She was working hard up the bank, so the camera motor went Whrrrrrrrrr, as I rattled off 200 shots in about ten seconds.

And so was past us, into the haze of a summer evening, the train soon lost in the haze and its smoke.

Job done.

Back up the hill in the car to home so to test and feed Scully, then the rest of the posse.

Jools got back on the six fifteen train, so I was at Priory station to meet her, and whisk us home up Jubilee Way. Dinner was Caprese with warmed up focaccia from M&S and for me, red wine.

Cheers.

For the evening there was European football, now part of our TV package, so watched Aston Villa win their first European trophy in some 44 years, and former Norwich midfield genius, Emi, score a worldie and set up another goal.