I so hope they got the forecast right. We went to over 23 degrees, which is nearly 80 in old money. So I did not drive to the Prom today.
The birds are all at it again, collecting nesting material, in many cases this will be the fourth brood.
That's like me having all my four kids in a year.
Are they mad? The bird population round here is already off the scale. It will cost us a fortune this winter, not that it does not already. But not complaining really.
Sith cat. Sprawled. On the Shedudio verandah.
I was sprawled less elegantly inside the shedudio. This weather turns my small brain into mush. No painting. Dreadful. I normally start to twitch if I haven't painted.
In the evening I open the patio doors in the dining room.
The bird up there is one of those you stick on the window to stop birds flying into the glass. I am going to have to make some for the Shedudio. Now it has the large areas of glass. We have had one fatality, a young Chaffinch. I have some black paper and will cut out some silhouettes.
The dining room is a gallery of the DP'S photos. There are a couple of my paintings and a couple we have bought from a fellow artist. But the DP has the run of the house. Mine, as you know, are mainly in the Shedudio. Open this Friday! Still lots to do.
Outside the patio doors I am really pleased to see the Teasels have returned. Quite small, but plenty time to grow and flower and then the Goldfinches get the seeds and I have the dried heads to display.
If it does rain tomorrow I shall stand out in it. And get wet - and cool. ish.