May Day!

May Day holiday is celebrated on the first Monday in May, but there's something special about the first of May.  Cue choristers singing from towers in Oxford, morris dancers, and young maidens washing their faces in the dew.  As large areas of the country are now flooded, they could wash their faces in the the coffee-coloured tide swirling down the street.  We still officially have a drought, by the way.  Drought and flooding at the same time.  Couldn't we organise something with bucket chains?  It's the sort of thing they'd do on Mistmantle.

Lady Sunshine's mum is staying with the Sunshines this week, so Lady S brought her to us for lunch today.  She comes from the south west where it's at least three degrees warmer than this and the cold wind goes round you, not straight through, so the walk round the garden was a swift one.   Normally, as you know, I get effusive about the garden, but we went round at a lick today - that's a tulip, that's an azalea, that's Much, that's waterlogged, dunno what that is but it's dead, let's go and get warm, shall we?  The frilly tulips have valiantly stood their ground, so at least there was something to be proud of.

Later in the afternoon, I saw the heron fly past, a duck wash itself in the river, and somebody's cat doing something I'd rather it didn't on the grass.  If they were Mistmantle animals, Crispin would have given you all buckets by now.