Blossom!

With the temperature at 19c and the sun shining, it was the perfect day on Saturday to hold our Annual Blossom Day Celebration at Wolverton Community Orchard. It was a day of music, refreshments, children's activities, laughter and plant sales. No matter how much or little planning goes into this event, it really is the people who turn up as visitors who make it worthwhile. Due to previous thefts and vandalism, I now look after the gazebos in my wardrobe so they are not left in a shed at the orchard. My planning started with getting the car loaded with all the stuff I needed to take to the orchard. Besides two enormous gazebos, I had homemade cakes, the children's activity box and a lion. 

The lion was Danielle's idea. We had a "guess the name of the lion" competition. What else would a lion in an orchard be called but Parsley. For those of a particular age, we remember Dill the Dog and friends who once entertained very young children on BBC. The lion was donated by a very kind person on FB marketplace - there are lovely people all over... I gave the lion a quick spruce up and left him in the garden to air. He had the look of one who was very contented to be sitting soaking up the sun. 

Once at the orchard I fought with the frame of the gazebos as I tried to remember the best order to put it together. Oh boy... the gazebos won hands down. I now know why I never got a job in the construction industry. By the time the event started, the two tents looks fairly stable. Then at the end of the event, I had a similar fight to get them back in the bags and then into the car once more. errrr.

That was on the Saturday. On Sunday Naser and I went to a mini-book-fest in Aylesbury. I met lots of lovely self-publishing authors who have tales to tell of struggling with publishing. Their stories aren't that dissimilar to mine. I took a picnic so we could sit on the grass and have our lunch. With the weather still being sunny, that wasn't a bad shout. 

As for the rest of the week, I would prefer to forget the tribulations I endured. I expected a man to come and inspect a fault in my window frame on Monday. The appointment was for Wednesday - my fault! Then I missed a zoom on Monday lunch time as I waited around for a workman who wasn't meant to turn up. This set the scene for every other thing I planned for the week. At least I got to the end of the week in one piece and I'm still standing. My bad memories of recent trials will fade and all I'll really remember is the orchard filled with blossom and lovely people. Not a bad week after all.

Badger Poo

Linford Lakes

I got very excited seeing Badger poo this week. There are thought to be well over half a million badgers in the UK and because they are shy creatures, I have only ever seen them as road kill and because this was fairly fresh poo, the badger couldn't have been far away. Woohoo. I think it is the Wind in the Willows characterisation of Badger than made me fall in love with them a long time ago. 

I saw this very special poo when I went on an escorted wander around Linford Lakes where the area is off limits to the public. This was the highlight of my week. Loads of other interesting things were identified for us along the walk: a badger sett, a fox hole, birds, plants and other animal poo. I have been watching David Attenborough's Secret Garden on Iplayer so I have been imagining what might be happening in my little courtyard garden when I am not looking. I know that something or some things are eating the leaves. But who or what? I am tempted to get a night camera just to find out. 

Slightly less exciting, but nonetheless fun, was a surprise visit from my son, Sammi. He turned up one morning around 9am and as I didn't immediately get to the door, he thought I was out and was on his way out of the gate by the time I showed myself. He has been between jobs over Easter so has taken the opportunity to get on his bike; first around Brittany and then locally. He cycled up from Brighton and then when he left me, he set off for Cambridge where he was going to get a train back to his home. He travels light with a couple of neat paniers. I am quite envious of him. 

Sammi cutting up Sophie's tree

The twig breaker in action

Being a kind uncle, he took Ezra-Mae to school on her bike. On the day he left, I picked her up and promised to cycle her home to Mum and Mattaya. She has no gears so her legs have to work very hard. She did the trip no problem and then cycled back from Stacey Bushes to her home with her Mum - All on the same day. She is shaping up to be a super-cyclist...If a five-year-old can do that, I am sure most other children could to, and through exercising to get to school, I'm sure they'd be more focused in class. Just a thought.

As for Sammi, he managed to eat large quantities of Kofta at Naser's house -his favourite - and even had time to chop down a couple of trees for Sophie before setting off. As for me, I still potter around on my bike even though I have got caught in sharp showers once too many times this cruel month. Apologies for the misuse of the quote. I know that T.S.Eliot didn't think April was cruel for soaking cyclists.  

My Left Foot

Spring in my garden

At this point I will say "thank you" Mr Netanyahu. I mean this most sincerely. Because of all the havoc and killing you have wrought on lovely, ordinary people in the Middle East and because you have caused the petrol prices to soar to unbelievable heights here in the UK, I made it to Kent via the M25 in almost record time on Saturday. 

I had to go to Kent for an appointment to find out when I am going to have an operation on My left heel. By the time this has been done, I will have two matching scars. I had an operation last year on my right heel and that went so well, I am almost looking forward to this one even though it will mean three weeks of standing on one leg only and then another five weeks in plaster followed by wearing a boot - just like Mr Magnolia. It will all be worth it to be able to run around again without pain. 

To have this op, I needed to go to Kent where the wonderful Benenden Hospital is. At worst it takes four hours in heavy traffic. On Saturday it took less than three. I filled my tank up in Bletchley, noted the cost per litre, gasped audibly and set off. All the way down I noted the price at other filling stations. Diesel in many places was just under £2 a litre while E10 was anything up to £1.70. When I got home from Singapore in 2020, I was paying about £1.08 a litre. There are fewer cars on the road! Mr. Netanyahu and Mr Trump are doing all they can to make us Britons turn to green energy. Who would have thought they inadvertently are saving the world. 

My mind wanders when I drive. My real joy comes from noting the strange place names perhaps because I was brought up in Leighton Buzzard -  a town whose name is often used in derisory comedy sketches. I imagine characters in a novel with the same names as places en route. There is a village in Kent called Smarden with a neighbouring one called Pluckley. What great names for hapless spies. Before long, a story had formed where this intrepid duo had ended up in a truly tricky situation at the mercy of a South American cartel in the depths of the Columbian rainforest. Maybe someone could help me find a way for them to escape...

I popped in to see my friend, Jane, who lives very close to the hospital in Kent. So much to catch up on and so little time. Writing this, means that friends keep up with my doings and goings on and it surprises me how often my blog pops into conversations. 

However, I will put the record straight that I DO NOT thank either Netanyahu or Trump for their bullying and wanton destruction of people's lives - it was my irony. The amount of military hardware and bombs deployed by Israel must have been stocked up in preparation for two years of destruction in Gaza, followed by their foray into Iran and now their repulsive, sickening intervention in Lebanon. For sure, there are millions  already storing hatred for all the Israel has done to them, their families and their country. 

Happy Easter

Eggs galore!

The clocks have sprung forward. The weather is more clement - apart from Storm Dave arriving for the Easter weekend, that is. Children are on their Easter Holidays and the The Union Canal nearby has turned into Piccadilly Circus. Everyone and his dog has chosen to come outdoors and soak in the sunshine this weekend. There is nothing more beautiful than Britain in the Spring. 

I believe it is the pagan part of us that responds to the rhythm of life and to top it off commercial enterprise has jumped on the pagan bandwagon once more producing Easter eggs galore - except this year shrinkflation has turned the joy of giving eggs into a rip off. I bought Tony's chocolate and stuck a 3-D egg on the bar. I reckon this choice is good for the planet - no wasteful packaging - and good for us - better quality chocolate. A win-win...

Saturday evening the wind from Storm Dave was so strong I could hear it whistling outside. The telegraph wires danced and the lights swayed in the wind. To be honest, I was glad to be indoors. I went out earlier to meet Nicolas and little Philip for a foraging session. I cycled to the woods, picked a bag or two of wild garlic and then after a short sojourn at a local pub, cycled home in a high wind. Frankly, I had had enough wind by the time I got back home. I am going to make wild garlic pesto again!

What to do after foraging

Biking in the wind

As it is Easter there had to be a lamb roast so that is what we had. This time it was made by my ex-son-in-law so it was up to chef standard so I can't complain. In fact, despite the house invasion, it was quite a treat. Well done, Rich.

Worrying about wobbling on my bike in the wind or what to buy folks for Easter are first world problems. My FB is full of support for Palestinians, Lebanese and, in a roundabout way by deriding Trump, showing support for Iranians. As much as I hate all the Iranian Regime stands for, I have a small admiration for how they have stuck a middle finger up at Trump. Sadly, while Trump is promising to bomb Iran back to the Stone Age, ordinary people are losing the homes, their livelihoods and their homes. At the back of it all is Israel steadfast in its genocidal rage. God knows when it will all end. 

Happy Easter!