The forecast had been for sunshine from dawn until dusk, but again Mother Nature had other ideas, and instead we had grey cloud which rather ruined my shots down on The Hoe.
Because for the first time in several years, I went back to Samphire in May, but was rewarded with hundreds and hundreds of spikes, though all of the usual colour, though it seems I did miss a mutant, which I guess is understandable due to their numbers.
I snapped a few, but mostly the tightly packed groups before it was time to go back to the car and drive through Capel to Folkestone.
I went through St Eansythe's churchyard to snap the Navalwort, then waited outside the barber's for five minutes before they opened and the guy got the strimmer out.
I felt half a stone lighter, and several degrees cooler, so was happy to walk back to the car and drive home, before we went to see Jen as she is off to Bolton on Wednesday while her dining room is re-roofed.We sat in the garden whilst we discussed the hot news that Cath is not going to live there after all, but will stay in their rented house.
Just after one, it was time to go home for lunch, so we said our goodbyes, then drove home for a lunch of sliced Iberian ham and salad. And bread. And wine.
It was delicious.
And so to an afternoon of football, Citeh thrashed Everton, and then Brighton thrashed Arse, thus ending any hope of a close finish at the top of the Prem.
Sigh.
Our local fox decided to have a snooze in our back garden yesterday, much to the annoyance of our cats.
It has a bit of mange, but otherwise seems fine, just seems to like our house.I mean, who can blame him?
And that was it for another packed weekend, back at work in the morning, so off to bed early.
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