The gnawing of summer hounds

Raining heavily overnight. More foraging in the garden for soft fruits for breakfast and vegetables. The smell of the garden was lovely. Petrichor they call it. We have big two pots of blueberries and they are rewarding us with the best blueberries I've ever eaten. Again marvelling at being able to spoon down something you just picked five minutes ago.

After breakfast, Lorraine and I mooched into town, principally to see Adele's show at Gallery Uno, called Duet, done with another artist called Liza Morton. Looked really professional insid and Adele's work is going from strength to strength in its variety and quality. 

It was the opening morning too, so there was coffee and fizz to drink. I stuck to coffee as it wasn't quite noon. Adele looked all cheery and pleased, and she had a lot to be proud of. Liza had some fun pieces of pottery, including wall mountable gull's heads holding chips which made me laugh. 

A spot of shopping, and looking at paint colours as we are going to repaint the summer house.

Off this evening to Yvonne and Brian. We sat outside in their summer house for a while, and Brian had cooked a rather nice curry. He had not long returned from a long pilgrimage with his friend Martin, doing several days walking. An interesting experience, and he seemed to think Martin had found it really helpful in processing a recent bereavement.The dog springing about entertainingly. Marley is an entirely acceptable dog, and seems to quite like me. She brought me a large piece of bone, a part of a stag's horn I think Brian said, to hold while she gnawed on it.