Saturdays

more rain forecast, no one cares

the double cuckoo flower itself

the boss was very pleased to find this, it took him ages to identify it but eventually it turned up in one of his favourite books, Flora Britannica, by Richard Mabey. Poor Mr Mabey got depressed after writing his book. The boss says it's not that surprising because anyone who loves the wild should be feeling down about it just now. I think there are too many of them for the good of the planet. Mind you there are quite a lot of us.

mum sulking in field

She wouldn't talk to anyone afterwards. This is in a field by the river Inny. In it grow some beautiful double Cuckoo Flowers (Cardamine pratensis). The flowers have many alternative names milkmaids, lady's smock and the double form is rare except around here. Not that mum could give a cuckoo.

Dad

Dad with his boss. He's the blue one. The only blue thing that happened that day was our conception. Mum wasn't that keen on him although she fancied his young nephew.

water rates

It's raining today. Boss says his water rates are far too high, and look at all this water going to waste. You can't see me because I was swept away. Mum says great great great great grandad was an otter hound which is why she can swim like a fish. My family tree is very interesting and includes dear hounds and bedlam terroirs. Dad was a blue whippit (of him more later). Harri's dad was a faroe.

who dug the hole in the lawn?

wasn't me gov, just old mine workings, normal for Cornwall I would say.