Tuesday 1st August 2023

Tuesday, and a bright sunny, if windy day. And a long hard day at work clearing up issues meaning i had little time to go out, so just a couple of wanders round the garden with the macro lens.

Days and weeks merge into one over the summer, now that Le Tour is done, afternoons just peter out after three as I get distracted by something online, then have to rush to clear the office and prepare dinner for when Jools comes home.

Dinner was something new: pork steams soaked in spiced brine for the day, then griddled. The recipe said to soak in brine for two hours, I left them in for six, with the result that too much salt was absorbed and the pork was, well, salty. However, smothering with Tzatziki helped.

Not much else to report, to be honest, in the garden lots of butterflies and other insects about, and in the bed, dahlias are flowering and requiring constant deadheading. Raspberry harvest continues, when I remember, and a second gooseberry is nearly ripe, if I get to that before the thrush.

Evening drag as we no longer listen to the radio now that Marc is on later, and have gotten out of the habit. Next week, heck this Friday, the football season starts, so lots of games to fill up those long evening hours.

First task of the morning is to turn over the calendar to see what shot from our adventures I had chosen for the month, this time it was the Ffestiniog Railway, with a triple-headed departure from The Cob.

That means that seven months of the year have already slipped by, and we are on the 213th day of the year already, over a month past the summer equinox, which means in the eveings its pretty much dark by nine.

So it goes, so it goes.