The view from Nirvana

Woke up to rain and wind but the day improved dramatically and has been spent in a hive of activity. Sara from France has now joined our American woofers who have been busy collecting a massive amount of blackcurrants and then made jam - delicious. All our soft fruit now seems to be ready so we feasted on gooseberry crumble and also have a glut of red currants.
They have all departed to the pub but I am having an evening in catching up with myself and recovering from the poetry last night which was so bad it was almost unbelievable. The evening was held in a local pub, competing to start with with the end of the Spain v Paraguay match; then the first poet did a sort of action to a pre-recorded poem which was followed by a Mancunian who sang his poem (badly), accompanying himself with a guitar ( badly) and the poem itself was pretty awful Oh dear. Apologies to all poets out there but this was not good.

Today's blip is the view from Nirvana - or our shed cum summerhouse over looking the pond - a haven of peace and tranquility. The stained glass was retrieved from our old conservatory and although I meant to post images of blackcurrants chose this instead. It's been that kind of day.