The long warm days of summer stretch out . I love the walks in the woods with B.Wiggins at this time of the year, There are several places near here where you can walk for miles and even get a bit lost. Though I still miss my bike, dog walking twice a day is a good substitute.
BW has been barking and acting in a hostile manner to the gardeners at Dumbrells Court so I have been in trouble with the Headmaster again. He now has to wear a muzzle while in the grounds it is made of mesh and looks like a little pig`s snout. BW doesn`t mind. He just looks puzzled in a muzzle.
He is perfectly docile and well behaved, until he meets men in shorts carrying post bags or gardening implements when he goes ballistic.
I went to see Twelfth Night at Tiger`s primary school. Apart from the songs and Malvolio`s cross gartering, it bore little relation to the Shakespeare version, but it was joyful and exuberant and I loved it. It made me cry of course, always a sign of a good production. Grand daughter Tiger was Feste and to my prejudiced grandmotherly eyes, the star of the show.
My home is redolent with rosemary. I saw a TV programme about old age and dementia that suggested that burning rosemary oil in one of those candle things improved the memory. It has been proved apparently. It smells lovely.
Just about to do my daily drawing now, another aid against decrepitude. I learned that from the TV programme too as well as from Chris Redell, the children`s laureate.