Thursday 16 August 2018
I'd like a chaise longue covered in
moorhen's foot green velvet.
Wednesday 8 August 2018
In the detail
We hotfooted it up to the Lake District for two days
in search of mizzle, lowering clouds and cool temperatures,
reliably on offer on previous occasions as I remembered.
Instead, we found a fair facsimile of the weather
we've been having down South.
Normally so very welcome
Fortunately we also found the holiday home of one man's dreams:
Blackwell overlooking Windermere,
an Arts & Crafts house,
designed by MH Baillie Scott
for Sir Edward Holt and his family.
Every detail was exquisitely crafted,
and preserved intact thanks to years used as a girl's school,
with boards put up to protect the original features.
Tiles by William de Morgan.
As much as I marvelled at the
skill and workmanship on display throughout a house
where no expense was spared
I was also bowled over by the precision
of the dry stone wall builders
seen everywhere on our walks.
Saturday 4 August 2018
Just as I no longer believe that we will ever emerge from under the scaffolding,
our roofers having abandoned us for unfathomable reasons of their own,
I also no longer believe that there will be an end to blue skies and stifling heat.
In reality there can only be the briefest interlude of 'perfect' summer weather.
It is forecast and eagerly anticipated.
It arrives and is greeted with joy, and plans for a picnic,
then the doubts set in.
Will it last?
Will it last until important outdoor event x?
Then it does last and the heat builds.
New doubts perturb us.
It is too dry. Reservoirs will empty.
Farmers are worried.
What are those sheep eating
down there on the brown marshes?
My fig tree has lost its leaves.
How do they survive in Greece?
A hose pipe ban is inevitable.
It is too hot to sleep at night.
People behave oddly in the street outside at 2am.
It is too hot to go walking at midday.
I fall asleep instead.
I haven't put enough factor 50 on.
The new baby will overheat.
Linen is scratchy and doesn't look good corrugated around my waist.
Somehow the perfect endless summer of our winter dreams
has played a trick on us.
Two weeks is quite enough as long as it covers
important outdoor event x.
22C is just nice as long as there isn't a brisk NE wind.
This. This is just taking a good thing too far.