Some days toddle along, nothing particularly notable happens, nothing even close to news worthy occurs. Most days actually. Don’t get me wrong, no complaints here. I am quite happy with my meandering life. When I get home and recount my days in minutae my OH often nods off “was that one of Gill’s interesting stories?” he asks when he wakes.
Brace yourselves folks, there is one coming up.
The day began well. A bacon buttie well. Yes that good. It was warm and welcome on my arrival at The Bun’s. Mr B took one look and sighed one of his sighs. I think it meant “you deserve that sandwich, take your time and enjoy it”. Not absolutely certain though.
And the day progressed well. Mrs B harvested some cucumbers from medusa’s nest, once known as a greenhouse (I had to pull her out twice by her feet) and bravely retrieved a few good ‘uns. She kindly gifted me a brace which I placed on the grass by my tools. It soon became apparent that someone else had designs on them.
Bobbie, who I had previously considered a friend and ally, ran off with one of them. Mr B tried to fob me off with “she is looking after it for you until you leave” although I wasn’t completely convinced. The slobber might have added a certain je ne sais quoi, but I decide to give it a miss.
Next I had a rendevous in the lovely village of Mortehoe, meeting on the lychgate steps outside the church. A friend, who has yet to be named but on reflection I think Dahlia Dora will do the job nicely, is on holiday for the week. Her family were on the beach and we had a couple of hours pencilled in for catching up. As I was a little early I took the opportunity to wander the graveyard, examining the headstones, reading names and ages and years. Although the village was busy I was alone in my contemplation of those that lay below.
Then coffee and scones and cheese and much gossip and laughter. And even plants to admire. Another day with nothing to report. And I am very happy for that.
Off The Edge Gardening 
It sounds a wonderful day. Beginning with the bacon buttie and ending with the lovely hydrangea. Very eventful.
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It was a gently lovely day 🙂
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Forgive my ignorance, but what exactly does a bacon buttie consist of?
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Thank you for asking. I would not have done so.
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Tony, surely you know me well enough to ask!
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I know I ‘can’ ask; but I do not want to seem uneducated.
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🙂
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You need educating, and fast! It is a hot bacon sandwich, pure and simple, and very delicious it is too. 🙂
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How could a day be anything but perfect if it starts with a bacon buttie? And that hydrangea- I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so vibrant!
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Quite! It was a very striking hydrangea, similar to one I have in my garden the flower heads sooooooooo much larger. Very striking.
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An enjoyable post and lovely pictures. Bobbie and the cucumber made me smile. xx
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She was hilarious, such a lovely dog, you can’t blame her, the temptation was to great!
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Sounds like a perfect day. 🌼
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Yes, it was a good one, one to put in the memory bank 🙂
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That dog is the best!
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Being a gardener is clearly hard work! You eat a bacon sarnie (provided by client), watch someone doing some harvesting, drag them along the ground, put some tools on the grass, feed the dog and then go off to the beach.
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Yep, you got it! 🙂
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Did Bobbie actually eat the cucumber? Or was it just an interesting new toy? Sounds like a very good day to me, love the hydrangea.
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She did when her mum broke it open for her. Crazy (in a good way) dog!
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Oh my kind of day! I think today might be a little different, we’ve already had a bit of thunder and lashings of that much needed rain.
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Us too, with a little bit of hail thrown in for good luck!
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