You are on your knees in a lavender patch, following the music of bees. In the distance a harvester is droning, and the evening sun highlights wings and petals. You are obsessing about the need for a soft bed and a warm hearth as the autumn sets in; . . .
Small flocks of warblers have invaded the herb garden and I've taken a big shine to them. I think this one is a Chiff-chaff but as ever I am open to correction by my twitcher friends. This summer there are fewer butterflies and insects but a lot more warblers. My sister was visiting from Sweden . . .
We are busy; the bees, the hoverflies and us. We are buzzing, and flitting and re-focussing our . . .
So the rain continued to bucket down all through July and alongside the accompanying sea mist, a kind of fog settled on . . .