Thank you to those who shared their anger, sorrow or amazement at yesterday's key story, and as a reward, I will be relentlessly upbeat today.
Yesterday was Victory in Europe Day, while today celebrates Europe, and I stopped at our local war memorial on the way home from the market to pay my respects to the fallen. This area was in Occupied France, with a fairly heavy Gestapo presence at one of the local chateaux, and work camps not so far away. There are a couple of isolated memorials, one in the local woods for a Resistance man and one in the woods for two British airmen, shot down a couple of days before D-Day. In November, local airmen go and put poppies on that memorial. This is our village's fine tribute.
After writing yesterday's blog, we set ourselves up outside in the garden for Friday night beer o'clock with Chinon and Tunbridge Wells. We were charmed to be joined by a garden resident we don't see very often, but are always very pleased to see. I do ensure that there is water available, and leave this one to find their own snacks of snails and slugs. Everybody say "aaaaah", and no, I don't know what that pale line in the spines is, but it was on the real life hedgehog and it isn't a trick of the camera.
This morning I was checking over the seedlings and met this fine fellow stuck in one of the plastic modules, so I helped him out with a bit of vegetable material and hopefully he has gone off on his way. He was so beautiful though! And while they don't show on the photo, he had little copper effect bits on the edge of his carapace.
It took the blasted post snails only 2 nights to completely eat the label I put on the post box to tell the local council how many face masks we would need. So today I had another go at putting a 2 on the box, this time using copper tape, as they don't like the electric charge up 'em. I hope this works!
Finally, this afternoon I was potting on tomato seedlings and John was working out a way to fix the garden bench that collapsed under him (it is nearly 20 years old and the joints gave out, nothing to do with confinement ounces, which John has avoided anyway, as he works so hard). We had to stop after a while as the rumbling got to such a level that we knew it was time to go in. After 10mm rain was dumped on us, we've been inside for a bit, but now the rest of the tomatoes are calling to me. Here is the lightening map for what went on in the skies around us.
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