By popular request - here is the latest on the nematodes experiment.
It has been a success. The delphinium plant which had all the shoots eaten away by slugs has now recovered and is sending out new growth prodigously. It even has flowers, which are white rather than the blue I had expected - but no matter; flowers are flowers after all.
The slugs have died off underground so we don’t even have to bother with mass burials.
By the way - I got my refund back from the dodgy, clunky cash machine. Plus an apology from my bank. Mind you, I suppose it is a bit much to demand that a bank knows whether the machine counts out the right cash for every transaction at the time. Thus there is no alternative but to wait for the balancing procedures and inter-bank claim forms. Still a lesson in taking care where bank statements and ATMs are concerned.
Oh no it’s July.
Downhill to winter.
Visiting the Borders today. Long rolling hills instead of high, peaky mountains.
Misty loves the adventure.
Had a busy day yesterday: Oban in the morning - including a superb lunch at Eusk, an “Italian” overlooking the bay. Him Behind the Wheel has coeliac disease and is limited to a strictly gluten free diet. We were pleasantly surprised to discover that the restaurant had gluten free pasta and pizza available. Definitely a first and deserving a ten out of ten.
In the evening we went with new neighbours to a local Quiz Night in the church hall. Lovely evening with much laughter, especially when I inevitably had difficulty with a biblical question.
Misty was in charge of the house for much longer than usual and did a very good job. Needless to say today is a rest day.
I love the way the daisies colonise every available space.
This is beside the Crinan Canal
This is the initial putting up of the £11.99 gazebo. Misty thinks it is for her. The good news is that it works.
Misty is happy that we are going on an expedition: a day out in the campervan to Tarbert. To visit the optician.
Perhaps we will see the dolphins.
Best combination of weather yesterday: damp and wet here and sunny at Wimbledon. The grunting debate is a non-starter as far as I am concerned. I have never liked it, and sexist or not the women are definitely worse than the men. Many women players shriek and scream noisily. I stuck to watching the Mens’ singles.
It is a long time since I have played tennis but I still remember the fun of playing on grass courts. The whole ambiance forms part of the memory: the smell of newly mown grass; the squeaking of tennis shoes as one slips and slides on the court; the dull thwack of the bounce and the beautiful colour. I have to try not to support any particular player as I get too involved mentally. It takes me right back to club competitions and school matches. Not good for the blood pressure. So it goes without saying that I cannot cope with watching Andy Murray.