Tuesday 7th June

I have been accused of being miserable, I know – hard to believe, isn’t it?  I wrote a blog a few days ago about the weather “It Will Be Better Tomorrow” in which I commented that although it might be raining today, people keep telling me that it will be sunny tomorrow.  It was actually a metaphor for our politics and for life in general; although we may be suffering now – don’t worry, it will be better tomorrow.  A few people thought that I was just moaning about the dreary wet weather we had been having.  And it was, to a degree, but my point – obviously lost – was that people’s optimism in the face of experience was typified by our attitude to the weather.  And actually in a way they are right; it will be better tomorrow, or maybe the day after that, or possibly in a week’s time.

And it is.  Today, Monday (as I write this) and all of yesterday afternoon it was gorgeously warm and sunny, not too hot either – in fact, perfect weather.  And it was worth waiting for.  We spent some time Karchering the drive, and it came up gleaming in the sunshine.  Then we went out to see a rose garden at St. Aubin de Cadelech, a village not far from here.  It was a huge garden with swathes of rolling lawns and bordered by winding paths and hundreds of roses.  Truly spectacular, they were serving cold drinks and a few nick-nacks and roses in pots ready to plant.  The Dutch owners are actually selling up and moving back to Holland; it will take a special type of gardener to buy and continue cultivating this wonderful garden.  We met a few people we knew and sat in the late afternoon sun chatting.  A perfect way to spend an afternoon in the sunshine.

So, it was better tomorrow after all, though it will probably rain soon (hahaha).