A sunny weekend

I was talking to Lindsey at some point over the weekend and she was saying that it had been quite chilly in Ballarat but that the temperature had, over the weekend, climbed to a pleasantly mild 20d. This amused me not a little. 20d would be considered pleasantly warm in Derbyshire. The average temperature for Derbyshire in August is 21d and if it gets any warmer than about 25d it gets really unpleasantly humid. The temperature last week was a little down on the  seasonal average, but had come back up again in Tupton over the weekend to between 23 and 25d. The sun shone. The breeze was mild. In our world - it was a beautiful weekend.

Hello :-)  Wearing my best bib and tucker for Sunday lunch

So we trotted out into the countryside on Saturday and meandered our way to Chatsworth to raid the farm shop and then trundled out to Clay Cross to raid Tesco (our local Sainsbury's is closed for a week for renovations and while Tesco is not my first choice supermarket it seems ridiculous to drive past a brand new and rather large Tesco in order to reach another Sainsbury's several miles away!). Then we went to the dairy for milk and cream and then we just pottered about. It was all rather relaxing. And on Sunday Taffa, Gaz, Cally and Ginger Rich came for lunch. Marryk was supposed to be coming too, but he piked. He *said* he had picked up a bug. We ponder whether the bug came in on a wave of alcohol!!  Oh well.  All the more for us. Although there was almost nothing left when everyone went home. Cally, it transpires, likes Mr Sainsbury's carrots a great deal more than she likes our home grown ones. It is true that I would be sadly disappointed if our carrots tasted the same as Mr Sainsbury's - but they're not that bad, surely?  I assume it was because we don't peel our fresh dug carrots. And they taste carrotier. She also emphatically did not enjoy her first taste of mashed potato. I shall add chocolate sauce next time. Everyone likes chocolate sauce!!

Sunshine, Taffa and Cally

And so to Monday. And the weather remains glorious. Seems a terrible waste to be sat in an office. The Builder, on the other hand, is stuck in the house. He is awaiting a delivery of some guttering pipe and can't go out until it arrives. He doesn't actually know when it is going to arrive. He considers it an even greater waste to be stuck in the house on a day like today. At least I get paid for being in the office!!

Is it safe to get down? Has the small creature gone yet?