SUMMERTIME, when UK livin’ is easy (?), fish are jumpin’ (in the high streets) and (still) the pollen is high … oh, hush little baby, don’t you cry …
ULLSWATER is dark and choppy today, the steamer plying the waters only between Glenridding and Howtown as the wind and swell is too great up at Pooley Bridge. Not a day for paddling a canoe! Earlier observation that the road has been whipped clean by wind and rain, and that autumn leaf piles have been scattered to the winds, and that everywhere looks clean albeit grey, leads to grateful acknowledgement that the same wind and rain has swept around and through post-Christmas fresh air seekers who are themselves now feeling clean, and rosy cheeked and not at all grey. Driving home there were “white horses” whipping up the lake surface in Howtown Bay. A windswept, chilly, energising, praise-invoking Ullswater day.
I THINK THE LADY who looks after our Children’s Corner at St Michael & All Angels Bramhall must be on to something – a hotline to the celestial Met Office or something like that. She’s been planning the most recent update for a while – and Noah’s Ark and All The Trimmings arrived this morning. Along with the Flood. St Swithun’s day (Friday) didn’t make summer holidays look altogether promising either. What to do? Mutter under one’s breath about the vagaries of British “summer”? Or have a really good Sunday afternoon nap – with the window open just enough to hear the rainfall and smell the fresh garden outside? Well, I opted for the nap. Out like a light. Dreaming of being fast asleep in one of those gorgeous Cornish cottages rendered invisible by a sea fret. Who wants all those high temperatures and summer sunshine anyway?
ON A RAINY AFTERNOON, beginning to get the hang of new contact lenses, I’ve enjoyed tootling around with colour washes. Perhaps the good Lord derives similar satisfaction when rain washes our garden
ON THE WAY TO SCOTLAND for David and Mel’s Wedding. The weather brightened considerably the further up the M6 we travelled until, arriving for our overnight stop in Greystoke, it was a beautifully bright and glorious evening. Rain has set in for the night now though which perhaps explains why the garden here is looking particularly full and rich. Let’s hope for a dry day for the wedding … reportage on which will doubtless follow.
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THE ANGER IN THE KINGDOM OF GOD is the great wondrous joy, where nothing of the anger is perceived
Jakob Bohme, German mystic, 1575-1624
We’re headed for the Lake District tonight, for both of us something of a foretaste of the Kingdom. Bohme’s words ring bells in us. All sorts of negative stuff just dissipates in the Lakes. Maybe it’s the rain!