How quickly Poetry days come round. We meet more or less once a month, always on Wednesdays and, thanks to her hospitality, always at friend W's. Poetry day was today when nine of us met to read out some of our favourite poems. We had Dylan Thomas, UA Fanthorpe, Charles Causley,
Wendy Cope, Longfellow, John Betjamen - and a few more as well. And, as usual, it was delightful.
It coincided with friend S taking Tess for a walk and I took her on my way there. The weather is almost unbearably hot so Tess only had a short walk. I think we have now reached the stage when we are all desperate for some rain. The field above my bungalow has been harvested in the past two days and is now just golden stubble.
The ground beneath the stubble is full of deep cracks .
My son and his wife return from London today and I guess will not have a very pleasant journey back in the heat. They were talking about coming back overnight when the roads would be quieter and everywhere would be cooler, but I haven't rung to find out whether they did this because if so they may well be asleep.
Heavy rain and thunderstorms are forecast for places up the east side of the country over the next two days, so we must be prepared for that - if we get it it is then back to this heat again next week. I am beginning to wish humans hibernated in hot weather because it no long suits me.