Last sunshine

Wednesday this morning so off to church, I was intending to lead the service but one of our neighbouring clergy turned up to celebrate so I had a morning off. She had the date down with a question mark which was never confirmed so thought she'd better be safe than sorry and came. While chatting afterwards she mentioned she was heading to India in November and would take my Christmas cards with her to post! It means they'll cost me about a pound in total as opposed to £3.50 each, not that I grudge it, but it's a lot of money to spend on stamps. Ridiculously, in a country of almost 1.5 Billion, we have mutual friends, made quite independently ten years and 500 miles apart. Small world yes, but that's ridiculous. My friend's brother bought her car from her when she moved back to the UK from Madras.
After I got home we headed off to Archerfield for lunch in the sunshine, it was even warmer there, but for some reason I didn't fancy anything on the menu. I was in one of those moods where my ideal would have been a simple ham sandwich or something along those lines. Everything on offer was bigger and more complicated though. In the end we went to Smeaton where I had my usual delicious ploughman's lunch.
When we headed home it was starting to rain and rained off and on most of the way back. It wasn't particularly heavy and won't really have helped the garden any I don't think.
This evening I came to look after the big girls while their parents went out for their belated anniversary meal. Their anniversary was two weeks ago but it's the first date they've both been free to go out.
Tomorrow I'm at Ali's most of the day while her fence is being repaired.
Today's collage is of a striking sprig of lilies in the doorway at church, a very friendly young robin, - there were three or four of them flitting around, youngsters who hadn't realised that they shouldn't fraternise with the humans. They came and sat on benches between people, on the backs of chair as well as on tables like this one. As usual there were a host of various types of tits and finches in evidence too. The majority of the butterflies were whites, but I did spot this one, lone, red admiral who obligingly posed for us. The sundial was in the private garden behind the gallery.