Bank Holidays are days to be got through when one lives alone I feel. Families go out together on picnics or to visit National Trust Houses and the like. Us loners have a day like any other and are quite pleased when the day is over.
In addition it has been very hot here so that it has been a real effort to do anything other than sit about. I planted one of the three plants I bought - a thistle with deep red flowers - watered the pots that needed a drink, cooked a light lunch and then I am ashamed to say I slept for a couple of hours on the settee.
That doesn't mean I shall not be tired at bedtime. I am tired already. Tess and I have just walked to the field and back. In the field we had a brief word with Mr Aberdeen Angus and his group of Fresian 'misses'. There was a lot of flirting going on amongst the ladies but Mr Bull just lay there, chewing his cud and gazing into space. I am sure he will do his job when the time is right.