Not Hazel!

The photo says it all, another lovely day. The sea was as calm as anything in the morning but then the wind got up in the afternoon whipping up low but powerful waves. Peter had to cancel the planned row as launching and landing the boat is difficult in those conditions. It would be all too easy for the heavy boat to tip as they walked it into or out of the water which might well end up with someone getting injured. Later in the afternoon the wind died right down and now (8.00) it is still very hot in the sun.

I got to the stables this morning to find that I was down to ride Pacman. I haven't ridden him before but he turned out to be much easier than flighty Hazel. He is also a lot smaller so his trot felt very tippety which made me laugh. We didn't canter at all today, possibly because of the heat and instead we worked on leg yielding to the wall and away from the wall. 

After riding I took a load of bags of garden waste to the dump and once again had to prove I live in Ceredigion, because of course people from outside the county are all flocking to Aber with their rubbish (not). From there I went to Toolstation, also on the industrial estate to buy a step ladder. It was only as I had been trying to stretch across the hedge to cut it the other day that the thought struck me of how much easier it would be if I had something just a bit higher to stand on. We have a standard two step step ladder but that was the same height as the long step-up I use. Do they make something higher? Of course they do, they were a number of options for higher step ladders and I've bought a three step version which should make reaching across the hedge easier on my ribs.

I then did my usual shopping and had a quick look around town. The glass sphere I thought about last week has already been sold but that's okay.

Once home I got the washing in the machine, baked a Bara Brith and prepped supper. I hardly ever eat meat but today my eye was caught by some liver in the reduced section. I cooked the liver with lots of onions, mushrooms and bacon, and served it with green beans and cauliflower (and potatoes for Peter) and it was all very tasty. I managed to have some time out on the sun-lounger too as you never know how long this good weather is going to last.

Cooler.

Still sunny but not quite as hot today. In the morning the first signs of high cloud began to appear bringing a bit more of a chill to the air as the day went on. 

Straight after breakfast I went out and cut the bottom hedge with the electric trimmer as it was looking quite shaggy. In fact it seems that the blackbirds have abandoned the nest in the other hedge. Although we kept away the general to-ing and fro-ing in the garden must have been too much disturbance. They still come for the seeds and frequent baths in the birdbath so I guess they've found a quieter spot to build a nest.

 

Later it was time for our Welsh class. One strange fact we learnt today that the word for beard- barf (barve) is feminine. It is important to know if a noun is masculine or feminine as adjectives following a feminine noun (in Welsh the adjectives goes after the noun) needs to have a soft mutation (letter change) if it starts with one of the 9 letters that mutates. Yep, Welsh is complex.

I had rushed through all the things that needed doing so that I could enjoy a break outside before disco aerobics but although I did sit outside I needed a fleece to keep warm.

Hardy geranium Ann Folkard - I grew it in Devon but lost it over the two moves so when I saw it growing in  friend's garden last year I asked for a piece which is now flowering.

A Scorcher.

Still sunny and extremely hot but with a lovely breeze.

As I sat outside the rising sun (to the right of the photo) shone through a gap in the houses lighting up the ornamental grasses at the end of the garden. Later on the sun rose high enough to shine on the raised beds. At the moment these are filled with aquilegias and valerian which together with the yellow Welsh poppies in another raised bed are all self seeded. I haven't planted a single one of them and if left unchecked they would cover the whole garden. Some I leave but I have to be hard hearted and weed out many others. Unlike at Dingles where the aquilegias all reverted to washed out pink these are mostly deep purple, the exact same shade as the small flowered hardy geranium that is flowering now.  

 

With it being such a lovely day we decided to head out for a walk. We drove to Furnace, about 15 minutes away, as we knew there would be a cooling breeze once we made it up to the rough hillside.

We paused a while at the viewpoint where my Sunday group usually stops for lunch (we go at a much slower pace with many stops to examine and discuss plants, trees and insects along the way).

But it was too soon and too early for us to stop for lunch there today and we carried on circling the hill planning to stop by the lone tree again.

However that spot was already occupied by some of the Welsh ponies that live out on the hillside. These are not true wild/feral ponies as all the horses and ponies that roam the open spaces of the UK under common grazing rights have owners. The last time Peter and I were up there we met the owner of these ponies who was going up the hill to check on them. Today we ate our lunch on a rocky outcrop just below the ponies who were sheltering in the shade of the lone tree.

It was pretty windy on the hillside and this brown pony doesn't look happy with her 'bad hair day'.

One of the nice things about this walk is that all the uphill work is right at the beginning and the last section is through the dappled shade of this narrow lane.

Back home I did some gardening before relaxing on the sun lounger on the terrace feeling as though I was on a Mediterranean holiday. I didn't stay out too long as it was incredibly hot. Peter always tells me I shouldn't put the thermometer in the sun but I'm interested in knowing how hot it is where I'm sitting, not the official temperature taken in a shaded box.

Flying Things.

Yesterday's thunderstorms continued on through the evening followed by a night of heavy rain. No doubt much welcomed by both farmers and gardeners. This morning we woke to blue skies and a blazingly hot day. Coming out of the Hall at 7.00 this evening after Pilates it was like walking into a wall of heat. Very unusual for Wales at any time of the year let alone in May.

The first of today's flying things - at last I managed to get a photo of the helicopter landing in the back garden of a house on the High St. The garden is only slightly bigger than the helicopter but the chap has been flying in to his holiday home for many years. 

And for a prettier flying thing, this painted lady butterfly. It looked quite faded so I wondered if it had overwintered here but my book says they are summer visitors.

And a small white butterfly. I don't grow cabbages so it is welcome here.

I cycled down to the zoo and spent three hours weeding the gravel patch by the guinea fowl. 

Okay, pigs don't fly, but here are Otis and Truffle (don't know which is which yet) just before I went in to give them a belly scratch which they absolutely loved.

And then as I was about to leave the two girl animal keepers had this bundle of fluff out on one of the picnic tables. Meet Hermes, a six week old tawny owl chick purchased from another zoo. He was being introduced to the sights and sounds of the main zoo area so that unlike the rescue owl they also have, he will be happy to be around people.

And the last of the flying things are the fluffy seeds of the willow trees which are floating through the air like white snow everywhere. In the Hall this evening clumps of it, like dust bunnies, were rolling around on the floor. 

I Hear Thunder.

The day has been very warm with little wind and the promised thunderstorms arrived later in the afternoon. 

This morning the garden showed signs of the overnight rain. Of course it was going to rain after my watering of the back garden! 

The cloudy skies and not a lot of sun to warm the place up kept it warmer outside than in so I've spent as much time as I could outside. With the blackbird away from her nest I took the opportunity to climb on the raised bed wall and cut back more of the hedge. Not near the nest but just to keep the hedge from growing over the plants in the raised bed. Afterwards I cleared the seedlings springing up between the old paving slabs. That's the price you have to pay for growing ornamental grasses with their delicate seed spikes.

I did a bit more work on my Balrog and then I don't know what came over me but I did some extra cleaning in the bedroom, hoovering and wiping down all the surfaces. That's what happens when I'm not busy with a full schedule.

Nest building time.

Naturally once all my jobs were done and I was looking forward to reading outside that's the time the thunderstorms arrived. A large and very dark cloud approached slowly from inland with a lot of crashing and banging but only one sheet of lightening as far as I could see. I was quite happy to stay outside and watch the sky until it began to rain. There wasn't very much rain and now the thunderstorm is making its slow way northwards across the bay.

Warm.

It took a while for the sun to emerge from behind the clouds and warm things up this morning. With virtually no wind it has been warm and even hot during the sunny spells. As I sat outside it was all very quiet out on the water and the only moving thing was a single cormorant diving for fish. All the holiday makers must have had a late night.

Since yesterday had turned out not to be as restful as I had hoped and as today's walk was an hour's drive away and I've done that walk twice already I decided to have another restful day at home.

For me restful means working my way quietly through housework, gardening and getting on with projects without having to rush. And that's just what I did. I began by weeding out every errant seedling in the back garden before getting out the hose and giving all the pots and raised beds in the back garden a thorough watering. I try not to do too much watering as I aim to grow plants that can look after themselves but since we have had no rain for weeks my plants did need watering. 

Indoors I did some of those extra cleaning jobs including washing all the floors. I really should do that more often rather than relying on Peter's daily going over with the dry mop. Eventually the jobs were done, also some work on my Balrog design and I thought it would be worth getting one of the sun loungers out of the garage for a lazy end of afternoon in the sun. But that was a mistake, I settled down, the clouds rolled in and within five minutes I had to swap my sun hat for a fleece. I lasted half an hour before heading back inside.

Messing About On The Water.

Sunny and much warmer today.

As I sat outside watching the kayaker who was already on the water at 6.45, the air was filled with the sound of  garden birds including the clear and remarkably loud song of a dunnock perched on top of my neighbour's roof. All of a sudden two brightly coloured goldfinches flew down into the garden. One of them investigated the pond but the water level is quite low at the moment and the goldfinches soon left. There is a shallow shelf at one end full of marginal plants which gives a safe way in and out of the deeper water but I wonder if I should add some sort of perch. The trouble is what? Any wood or branch will eventually rot and something like a stone or concrete block might cause a split in the liner. That's something for me to think about. I do make sure to keep the bird bath filled and often see the female blackbird having a good old splash about.

 

A little later I spotted four paddleboards but only three people. As they were by the reef my guess is the fourth was either snorkelling or swimming to the reef.

I can't resist a good reflection.

Later while Peter was out rowing three guys (only two in the photo) on jet skis ignored the beach safety rules by doing 'doughnuts' inside the yellow 8 knot buoys. You can just see the club's boats on the far side of one of the buoys while two kayakers and the jet skiers are on the inside. Borth is too small to have a harbour master but Dave who was rowing and is also the manager of the RNLI, phoned the harbour master at Aberdyfi which is where the jet skis came from. With any luck they will get a severe talking to.

Although I don't row I went down to the boats to talk to one of the rowers about the carnival as she has offered to help turn the skiff we will be using, into a Viking ship.

There were plenty of people on the beach and for some reason a whole group of seagulls were lined up on the shingle. Perhaps they were planning a mass raid on the lad sitting on the rock eating something. Below - on the sand under the cliffs at our end of the beach was a large number of stranded barrel jellyfish. They generally seem to arrive at the same time as the summer holidaymakers.

Update on my friend Gill - after a very long wait in A&E, many hours I believe, once she was seen they found she had cracked her hip. No wonder she was in so much pain. They sent her home with crutches but she lives on her own in a flat with steps to get in and out. Fortunately she is now going to stay with a old friend who lives in a bungalow in the village.