By now, teatime, the day has turned gloomy. The weather forecast is for good fine weather and much warmer by the weekend, but tonight the sun has gone and it is chilly. I have just resorted to putting the heating on for a while.
It has been our Poetry afternoon - only six of us today but a really enjoyable afternoon with some good poetry - some old familiar ones (part of Wordworth's Prelude, The Owl and the Pussycat) and some new ones I hadn't heard before. It is always good when you come across a new poem which you enjoy and which sticks in your mind.
Tess of course loves the poetry afternoon because it is the day when S takes her for a walk. Today because S lives near where we have our Poetry Tess had two walks - one with S and then later in the afternoon one with T who took her up the fields belonging to W where we have our Poetry. When we arrived home she climbed in her basket and has slept solidly since then not even getting out for her tea.
Tents and various fixtures and fittings have arrived at the Showground, which I passed this afternoon, and are being erected bit by bit. I expect many local ladies are busy baking tonight. All the entries for competitions have to be in place early on Saturday morning so that they can be judged and prizes awarded in good time for people to walk round and view the exhibits. The whole thing is taken very seriously up here.