Why is it that when it starts to rain here, it never knows when to stop? We have gone from one extreme to another. From the dry ground cracking open to near on flooding. It's been torrenting down now for 6 hours solid, I mean really heavy rain.
Just went shopping today, met Pat at Tescos. I took Emma with me, so I could walk her round the reservoirs after. Was a bit worried as it was quite sunny and warm here at 10 oclock and wasn't sure I should be able to leave her in the car. Needn't have worried, by the time I got to town it had started to rain. I still took her round the reservoirs though, because it's under cover mostly, like yesterday, so I didn't get too wet, and she gets wet anyway, although today she didn't want to go in the water, typical.
Came home and was putting the bags of shopping on the worktop, looked across to the bird table like I always do, and saw the Sparrowhawk, looking thoroughly cheesed off, and sheltering under the holly! Took a pic, only through the window though so not very clear because of the raindrops, but you can see her expression quite clearly, lol.
Had a look in the greenhouse and am so bloody fed up with slugs. I chucked loads of the bloody things out yesterday, into greenery where they can chomp to their hearts content, but wasted my time. Overnight, they have climbed up the staging, and eaten all four of my tiny cucumber seedlings, both of my red pepper seedlings, and almost completely destroyed one of the tomato plants in the grow bag. Also managed to get into my huge tub of runner beans, which is still inside in case we have any more frosts, and eaten half the leaves off those too. I give up now.