Wet.

The rain arrived by lunchtime as promised. Typical Bank Holiday weather. Tempting as it was to have a lie-in I got up at a reasonable hour so that I could get some gardening done. The black clouds were rolling in but there were still moments of warmth so I opted to take off my fleece and suffer a few cold spells rather than keep it on and melt during the hot spells. At last I was able to make a start on tidying up the scree garden. There are not that many weeds but last year's leaves are still trapped under the stones and I do try and get rid of as much moss as possible. Some plants did not survive the cold wet summer followed by the long cold winter. It's a good thing that I planted up any stray seedlings that I found growing around the place as I don't wish to spend money on a garden that we'll be leaving in a few years time.

It is the Barnstaple Beer festival this weekend and once again Peter was helping behind the bar. Such a chore! I've just collected him from town and the rain is now coming down in earnest. (Last night's shipping forecast spoke of a deep low out in the Atlantic which will hold heavy rain here for the next few days.) Luckily before I sat down at the pc I went up and reinforced the dam across the road. I do feel sorry for all those people who are camping this weekend.