July 29th -An old boss used to get really annoyed with me if I came in after a wet weekend moaning that the following Monday morning weather was sunny, because I was stuck at work.
He’d point out I’d be even more miserable had the commute been wet and cold.
He was right.
I noted that the robins pincushion galls I’d found a couple of weeks ago had expanded in number to three, and that they were growing well, showing lovely colours in the strong morning sun.
I felt sad I was indoors for most of the day. But old John was right, it was a whole bunch better than had today been like Sunday.