It must be an age thing, as we find ourselves on the sofa at half eight on a Friday evening ready for the start of Gardener’s World with the man to melt the hearts of women of a certain age; Monty Don. It gives us ideas of things to do, and spinning around my mind is the thought of a fountain or maybe a pond. As I can barely dig a hole in the ground, a pond would be like the great wall of China for me.
Anyway, so with our heads full of plants and flowers, we headed to the garden centre in Folkestone Saturday morning, with no real clear thoughts of what we wanted to buy, but we did manage to spend £65 in ten minutes on some plants for the new flower bed. We quickly left as in our heads we totted up what we had already spent. And then we went home and planted them right out, and then watered them in. I am missing the stage where I photograph them in all their colourful glory. But that is to be expected I guess.
And, right on cue, the heavens opened and the rain began to fall and soon had developed into a general Biblical downpour. And it continued pretty much for 20 hours non-stop. But despite the rain, we are still officially in drought and cannot use a hosepipe on the garden. So, I settled down to watch the final games of the Championship season, and Southampton ended up by following Norwich in back-to-back promotions.
And then to the main body of Saturday games, followed by watching the Norwich game with Liverpool via the text updates on the BBC website. Well, until Liverpool went 3-0 up and I decided that was enough internets for one day.
Ahem.
Sunday morning, and the rain continued lashing down. The weatherman promised that it would clear in the afternoon, but that seemed to be hopeful at best. We both went on the cross-trainer, the first time for a week, and it was hard I have to say. But I had to play with the i-pod to get a new selection of workout tunes as the old one was getting a little boring. So, in preparation for the sunny afternoon, I cook the beef for lunch and soon the house is full with the aroma of sizzling beef.
As I carved the joint, the rain stopped and it looked brighter. The choice was to stay inside to watch more football or go out and find some bluebells to snap. In a surprise decision, we loaded up the car with camera and walking boots and headed off to Challock and the delights of Kings Wood. As we drove the sun had broken through, and after so much rain the land was a riot of colour, so vibrant it seemed un-natural.
We were not the only ones at the wood, but once we parked we only saw a few people, and the peace and quiet was only broken by the occasional screaming child looking for its parents. Deep into the wood, although not at their best, there was enough colour on the ground from the bluebells to have made the trip more than worthwhile. Once we had our shots and our legs told us enough phys for one day had been done, we headed back to the car and home. And with the promise of yet more rain overnight, the weekend ended.
However, this is only a four day week for reasons which will be revealed at a later point.
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