Monday

Apparently the last of the dry days for a while.

There's a vintage and steam festival taking place, this weekend, in the fields behind our house. 

Campervans have started to arrive. Presumably that'll be the camping field.

Two other festivals are booked for this summer. This is quite a new thing. We've had one festival in each of the last three years but not had three festivals in one summer.

I love a festival so it won't trouble me but free tickets for residents would be welcome. We shall hear every note of any band playing.

I bumped into the artist, Cathy Pearce, again today. Her studio has moved to Marsh Lane so she now frequents the woods and canal.

She's very talented.

The rest of today shall be spent working in the garden. (The CRT have said I may take as many wooden stakes as I please. There's a pile along the access road. They'll be handy for the dead hedge I plan.)

Once I had permission, Clive collected about 20 stakes.