Yesterday we awoke to a sky with less than fifty percent cloud cover and a bright yellow orb shinning down heat and light. Yay, a sunny day!
A buddy of mine posted on Facebook that his family were going to hit the beach later that afternoon, if anyone was free they were welcome to join them. Well, this spot of sunshine may only last the day, so with the beach only forty minutes away (thirty if you put your foot down… or twenty if you wish to risk getting stopped by the police!) it would have been crazy to stay at home.
I put the kids in their swimming costumes (under their shorts and t-shirts) threw towels, underwear, bottles of water and my trusty camera in a bag and the three of us headed out.
The North Sea was freezing! I only got my toes wet and that was enough for me, but my
crazy brave girls were running in and out, splashing and having great fun.
We didn’t stay for a great length of time as AJ and Bart started to get chilled but with the way this summer is going, we may not get another day warm enough to go to the beach, so it’s best to make the most it if only for a short while.
This morning looked as though it would at last be a fine day. With Jay and the girls out on another mechanical mission I thought this was a good chance to get Nibbles and Tallulah in the garden.
Taking the bull by the horns… or rather the rabbit by the ears (only joking) as soon as the grass felt dry I waddled to the middle of the lawn with their run and one at a time transferred the bunnies outside.
After a few minutes of “Where the heck are we?” and “What’s that ruffling my fur? Have you farted Nibbles?” the pair of them settled down in the breezy fresh air happily munching grass and admiring the view.
This also gave me a chance to clean out their hutch with out wiggly nosed little helpers jumping in and out as I get rid of the old bedding, climbing in the litter trays as I lift them, kicking the new wood shavings as soon as they are put down and generally being a pair of inquisitive pests.
I am going to double up my animals and build a big wooden boat. I know it hasn’t quite been forty days and forty nights, I have photo evidence of my girls in sundresses and a barbecue at the end of March to prove it, but it has been raining for days.
The fields are water-logged and soggy, depressed sheep are signing up for slimming classes as they’ve doubled their weight. The trickling burn which runs along the side of our track is now a muddy raging torrent and the bottom field is developing its own loch where a couple of Oyster Catchers have already moved in.
I did the playgroup run today to find potholes were now lakes and roads had become fords, which led to the big dilemma – how to travel through them. Do I race through as fast as I can, splashing water in every direction, including the windscreen of the car, so that for a few seconds I can not see a thing and so pray I am on the right side of the road and no one is coming the other way? Or do I creep through at a snail pace making minimum ripples but taking the risk the car will stall halfway through and I won’t get going again? (Just like the poor chap getting towed away by the local mechanics.) I am a self-confessed wuss so opted for slow and steady rather than racing through like a crazy hare. There are enough idiots on the road and I don’t wish to join their ranks.
Jay is fed up of going to muddy building sites to fix machines while rain is lashing down on him. Yesterday when he got home his trousers and overalls were soaked up one leg where he had been crouching to fix a machine and the trouser cuff had dangled in a puddle.
AJ is fed up of staying indoors and not being able to run around with her friends at school breaks. (Although I am pleased not to have grass stained school uniform to contend with.)
Bart is fed up because she can’t go in the garden after playgroup and bounce on the trampoline.
Willow is fed up as her walks are shorter because none of us really wants to trudge through mud and puddles with her.
Sparky is fed up because although he only goes from the house to the barn, he gets soaking wet. Also he can’t hide under his favourite bird spotting bush because it drips on him.
The rabbit and hamsters really don’t give a damn because at the moment they are all indoor pets.
We have been promised a long hot summer to compare to 1976. I vaguely remember getting home from school that year and racing straight into the garden to play in the sunshine with Mums big laundry bowl, which was filled with water (I was five at the time). As someone who is fed up of getting soaked every time I step foot outside the house, all I can say is “bring it on”!