under another sun

When the rain stopped, Lorraine and I cleared the back garden of bits of junk, and carried slabs and wooden pallets to the front, and generally tidied up the plants and cut the hedge and so on. We also picked our plums, of which there were many more than last year. From these we made plum jam, and had a good haul from it as you can see from Lorraine and the jars below. There are more on the tree to be had too. Otherwise, a very happy day at home. Spoke to Mum too, and Lorraine chatted with Pat and Maureen. Below Lorraine and plum jam, and a bright almost neon green cricket that found its way onto me from the ivy.

Lorraine saves the day Coffee and toast and a long chat with Mum and Mase this morning. Made sure I had scored several jams before we left, as Mum's jams are rather splendid. Lorraine and Mum conferring about jam making and looking at old cook books. Then off to Brighton again, to meet Lorraine's mum and dad who were staying with Lorraine before flying off to Ireland to visit Lorraine's excellently named brother Kenny Peter. When we were driving along, I was struck suddenly by something that I'd never thought before: that the motorway was actually quite a beautiful thing. We were driving on a four lane motorway, and the cars were all travelling at the same speed, almost in formation. Not sure why it struck me as beautiful, but it did. Anyway, Lorraine parked the car at the road at the end of my Twitten and I popped in to feed Calliope and drop some bits off. Emerging from my house after a couple of minutes I saw a rather disturbing scene. Lorraine was between two cars, ...