Midsummer

Daughter 2 and Littlest Granddaughter have gone now, but it was lovely while it lasted.

Today, for the very last time, I picked up Biggest Granddaughter after nursery and we went up town for lunch. Next session she'll be at school. Whizz go the years.

The garden's in full bloom, though for the last couple of days it's been too hot to be outside - yes, nearly 30 degrees, they tell us. That's 86 Fahrenheit: melty weather for pale-skinned Scots.

I love our long summer days. This photo was taken at 11.15pm - still easily light enough to work in the garden. In contrast, we have short hours of daylight in the winter; but I think it's worth it. 

And Grandson has had his 7th birthday party - though it's not quite his birthday yet. This is his level crossing cake, made by his mum. He wanted a paddling-pool-and-hosepipe party in the garden, so that's what happened. Daughter 1 stood calmly surveying the scene: small, wet, highly excited boys in swimsuits. "It's a bit Lord of the Flies," she mused. Fortunately not in every respect. They had fun.

And another day, more peaceably, I had coffee with friends, overlooking the water.

I've made the middle bit of a quilt top for my niece. I'm planning on a half-square triangle border but we'll see how it goes. 

And so life goes on. Whizz whizz.