I know that there are terrible things happening right now out there in the big wide world and believe me, I do think about, and care about, it all - a lot. However, I do not blog about it and usually do not comment on other bloggers' posts about it. Not because I don't care, but because I don't feel that I have anything constructive to say that will make a difference to the rest of the world. Confrontation and argument make me feel anxious so I generally just try to avoid it when I can.
So, to anyone that feels my blog posts are vacuous, sorry but here is yet another one.
Sunday afternoon we celebrated a friend's birthday at a little party in their garden. There were eleven of us all seated around the same table - minimal social distancing. The sun shone, the birds were singing and we enjoyed fantastic food prepared by our kind hosts, with a glass each of bubbles to toast the birthday boy (well, I had two glasses but I wasn't driving home). We were treated to the spectacle of a family of house martins making their nest under the eaves directly above us, totally unconcerned by our company.
As we were leaving around 5:00 p.m. there was a terrific noise outside on the road (they live in a quiet village so this was a surprise). Walking down their path to the road we came across a bit of a logjam of vehicles all trying to manoeuvre past our parked cars. The vehicles trying to pass by in one direction all seemed to be boy-racer hatchbacks whose young drivers were a little heavy on the accelerator. Squeezing past them in the other direction was a procession of three or four open top Lamborghinis driven by some slightly aggressive looking males with equally scary looking female companions, all scowling angrily as they tried to negotiate the parked cars along the roadside. There was a lot of revving of engines and squealing of brakes before the road was mercifully clear. I have no idea what was going on but the rest of the journey was also quite traffic-heavy. It seemed as if, with our lockdown eased, a huge bubble had been popped and all the younger generation had come rushing and tumbling out into the air to cause mayhem.
On the way home we stopped briefly to admire the section of road south west from Peel which still has a mass of Valerian in flower. This display stretched along the side of the road for almost 2 miles, but I would have had to stand in the middle of the road to capture all of it, so this is all you get....
Did Lord Peregrine stand up to do his party piece again? Blasting out "Life is A Cabaret" at full volume while strutting round the table:-ReplyDelete
What good's permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!
P.S. I like your blog because it is a reflection of you. No need to pretend to be someone you are not. It is fine just the way it is and I think my jousting companion Paddy O'Northsider would agree with that.
Aww, thanks YP xDelete
Totally agree YP. It's a great blog with no nastiness what so ever. Smashing photos JayCee.ReplyDelete
You're making me blush!!!Delete
Beautiful roadside flowers.ReplyDelete
They look glorious en masse along both sides of the road.Delete
There aren't a lot of 'nice' blogs about JC. Yours is one I've really enjoyed since discovering it. just keep on telling us about your life on your island- pleaseReplyDelete
Are all the roads lined with wild flowers ?
Thank you Cathy. I also enjoy reading your blog as I have visited your area a few times so can picture the places you mention.ReplyDelete
Yes, a lot of our roads are lined with hedgerows and most are in flower during the year. Best right now though!
Those roadside flowers are really magnificent! Who plants them or do they just grow like that each year? I enjoy your blog very much and love to hear about your life and your thoughts! Thanks so much!ReplyDelete
Thank you Ellen x Those roadside verges are just perennial wildflowers that are self sown. A free display!Delete
I just absolutely love Valerian and would love some in my garden but there does not seem to be a garden centre that sells it - sadly it seems to be classed as a wild flower. (I have just found it in Claire Austin's catalogue but it is the whitevariety)/ReplyDelete
I wonder if it is possible to collect some seeds and send them to you? I shall investigate!Delete
You mean you only had two glasses that day?ReplyDelete
I agree with you about blogging. Your blog about you and P gives us a smile and something normal to comment on. No use making your day worse and for others by repeating whats wrong with the world.ReplyDelete
I do love those banks of flowers. So much colour.
We had a group of young teenage boys on motorbikes nosily racing along our totally dark back roads after midnight but they seem to have grown tired of it. My grandson was one of them, pillion passenger so Im glad they ve calmed down.
Oooh, grandsons and motorbikes. A worrying combination!Delete
Magnificent flowers! I've only just learnt the real name of this plant; always called it 'London Pride' until OH's friend put me straight!ReplyDelete
It's get togethers like yours that make life bearable in sometime unbearable times.
London Pride is a little different. We have some in our garden and I love it.Delete
I call Saxifrage X urbium, London Pride (and was taught that by my Grandmother over half a century ago). I wonder how many other plants are called London Pride? On the subject of blogging I much prefer non-confrontational subjects.Delete
Yes, that's the one we have too GrahamDelete