Bangs!

I had a decent night with the usual early weakening. Or even wakening. After some flexing and coffee and a bit more relaxation, H and I set off for Pangbourne.
I had avoided going there yesterday because I knew there was a big fete being held, but i did not know where. The Syfrets seemed to be the backbone. It transpired that it had been held in the water meadows from 12.00-19.00. But I learnt this morning, that due to a heavy storm, in the evening, it came to a sudden end. Although Pangbourne is 5 miles away, I did not notice it. But the puddles provided confirmation this morning.

It was already warm out there but there were plenty of empty mindful benches to choose from. Apart from the presence of a single remaining marquee, you would never have known that there had been a large festival there the day before. The grasses had been neatly trimmed so they resembled a velvety lawn. And the ground was no longer a sponge underfoot. The gasworks preventing us from accessing Pangbourne for over 4 weeks, coincided with a long spell of no rain.
H headed straight for the water, and ran around with various other dogs before subsiding beside one of the benches.

I played with my new bird recognition App which is clever beyond clever. It identifies the birds from their sounds, listing them with a picture, highlighting them when they sing. You can then click on the bird to hear some prerecorded song more clearly.
You can also choose your part of the world. Very exciting. You get a reading to see the different songs.

This morning.

I soon became aware that it wasn’t only birds that were singing. I glanced across to my left and saw a lady/girl sitting in the grass making very pleasant sounds to the music of what sounded like an accordion. But the (Polish) person explained that she was humming/ singing chants from around the world. She called her music maker a harmonica. She and her partner ( working today) perform their music somewhere or other. It was very calming and very peaceful. And very pleasant. And very much in tune with the environment.

I returned to tend to T. It was so hot and muggy by now that I confess to hiding inside for a chunk of the day.

Later I had quite a long face time with Anne, at her request, which was accompanied by a huge and noisy storm and loss of electricity, hence loss of connection for a short while. And further interruptions.

The grass has already leapt into action. Bother!

T has had ants in his pants this evening / unbearable restlessness. Wandering around fiddling. Showering the kitchen. Refused to eat shepherds pie I made. Demolished all the grapes I bought this morning. And has showered the kitchen. Desperately annoying.

His daily diet at home: grapes / bananas / satsumas/ toast +jam or similar/ cheese of any type he can crack into which has recently included bloc parmesan and raw halloumi/ sometimes half a sandwich.
As far as I am aware he eats his 2 course lunch at day care.
His preference seems to be for fruit so perhaps I should just leave him to find it! My culinary efforts are usually a waste of time as it becomes ‘breakfast’ before he has even tasted it. Then it rots in the fridge if I don’t rescue it.

Thought for the Day