August- too hot even for me to garden. Just a bit of pottering early morning before serving breakfast and maybe a little night gardening, glass of wine in hand at 8pm as it starts to cool down.
Enjoying these hot days of nowhere to be, nothing to do. As I write this at 4pm and 33 degrees on the patio, I am sitting in the shade in my swinging egg chair, watching the butterflies and listening to the mellow sounds of the Delta Blues being played by our guest Graham, who is sat on The Cob Verandah playing his steel guitar. Doesn't get much better than that!