Three wishes

Well, my very kind Son-in-Law 1 has worked out a way of subverting Blogger's cunning plan to stop me posting pictures so here are some. It's much more of a fiddle than the old procedure, so I may have to take up his other suggestion, which is to convert to Google Chrome. Anyway, here you can see a goat eating the newly-built extension to the restaurant at Gloagburn Farm, where we had lunch with Son on Thursday. I feel they may have to rethink their policy on their free-range goats.

This is Branklyn Gardens, which are very lovely, full of peat-loving plants.

Here are their glorious mecanopsis...

... which they're able to grow in large quantities. Unlike me. I wish I could.

And here is Son, sheltering from the (yes!) hot sun which we've had all week.

These are some of the many exhibits at the museum yesterday.

We all went round saying, "Oh, my granny had one of those." One felt depressingly historical.

We went for a walk beside the river afterwards.

There were wild flowers in profusion. It was hot again.

I wish I lived in the country. In summer, anyway.

Here's Sirius enjoying the sun in our back garden. He really isn't very well, still breathing shallowly and occasionally coughing. We're worried about him. He goes back to the vet on Friday. I'm not looking forward to hearing what the vet says. I wish I had a magic wand to make Sirius better. He's such a pleasant and tolerant cat.