Flowers and flowery china

I was very busy organising our choir's concert... and also being in Wales, socialising and so on... so the garden had got away from me somewhat. There's lots of colour, but there are also quite a few weeds, as well as things that require to be discouraged from taking over the whole garden. I love irises. 

And I love this thalictrum, but I have another one, much smaller, that sat there for 34 years behaving itself and then suddenly, a couple of years ago, decided to take over the world. I have been battling with it this evening. So far, I am not winning. It has matted roots, and sends out sideways bits of root which then shoot up some distance away. Grr. 

There are lots of bulb leaves which haven't yet yellowed, so have to be left for a while. They do look a bit messy. Is that yellow flower a ranunculus? I think so. I used to know...

These pansies have been flowering for months. 

I have been yanking out lots of forget-me-nots, which are getting past their best. 

Lovely bright heuchera, 

and alliums. See the paeonies behind them? I must stake them tomorrow, before they flower. This is a difficult task, because the bees on the alliums suspect me of wicked intentions. 

Mr L was away for the weekend, riding trains up north with some rail-enthusiast friends. We had hot weather. He did not. I missed him, but it was nice not cooking for a few days. I ate cheese sandwiches, peas and fruit. I'm not a foodie. 

It's been too hot for gardening, though I have nobly been doing it anyway. 25C, which is 77F. Too hot for a feeble Scot. This afternoon, though, I sat in the shade beside this lilac, which smells divine, and read my book. 

 And it's Minimalising Monday, so this coffee set is on its way to a charity shop. I got it from my aunt and uncle for my 21st birthday. I'm now nearly 76. It was a design I chose, and in due course we got lots of matching china for wedding presents. I still think it's pretty, but though we do occasionally use the rest of the china, we never use the small coffee cups because who wants a small cup of coffee these days? (They're much smaller than they look in the photo.) Unless it's espresso, I suppose, but we never have this. I decided to add some plates, a jug and a sugar bowl because I have three of these jugs, two sugar bowls and plenty of side plates. (Why did I get three jugs?)

Walking in the Borders

The day after we drove back from Wales, we led the walk that we did the recce for a week or two ago. 

I should rephrase this, really. Mr L drove back. Mr L led the walk (no one would want to depend on me for a sense of direction). And Mr L had done the recce; I had just wandered along with him examining the wild flowers and admiring the view. 

We've often noticed the phenomenon that a walk can seem quite long and tiring when it's just the two of us, but with the group of friends, catching up with the gossip, the miles just melt away. It also helped that on the proper walk we cut out a detour that we'd done on the recce, up a very steep path to a loch and back again. The group walk was six and a quarter miles, so the recce must have been nearer eight, which is another reason why it might have seemed more tiring...

There was a lot of upping, and the main downing was through this very steep field. As you can see, it was steep in two directions - down and sideways - which added to the pressure on the elderly knees. However, this was fairly near the end.

This week's decluttering haul: two (more) books; three wine glasses that don't match the ones we use; a big mixing bowl and flan dish, neither of which I really use (mainly because they were at the back of the cupboard and others were more easily reachable); a cheese grater (I have another); a Wedgwood ash tray (we've never smoked, and our smoking friends gave up years ago); a plastic cup; a set of mirrors for putting things on that I think we used once, at an offspring's wedding 20 years ago; a purse that's too bulky for my handbag and was barely used; and my mother-in-law's crystal dessert bowls. She died in 1992, and I kept them, thinking at that stage that one of our children might like them. But our children don't really have the sort of dinner parties where crystal bowls would feature. And I don't think I've ever used them. So I'm being hard-hearted. Someone will love them.

 

Wales. Railways.

We've been away to Wales, for the specific purpose of riding on heritage railways, which is Mr L's idea of a good time. He spends a lot of holidays walking round gardens with me, so it seemed only fair for him to get his fix of trains. We stayed in an immaculate bungalow in Tywyn, pronounced approximately tow-inn, which is very near the Talyllyn Railway. If you know, you know. So that was very good. There are a lot of sheep in Wales, as in Scotland, so the bungalow had lots of cute little sheepie touches, as above. 

Anyway, these photos are all in the wrong order, probably, but you get the general idea. 

This is a railway museum. 

This is Mr L on a train. 

This is the Mawddach Estuary. This part of Wales is very scenic. 

Another train. 

View of Bala Lake from a train. 

This was the main reason for the visit at this specific time - it was the 75th anniversary yesterday of the restoration of the Talyllyn railway. Lots of bearded chaps took part in a ceremony to celebrate this. Many photos were taken. 

Yesterday also happened to be Mr L's 78th birthday. This is his haul of presents in the immaculate bungalow. A lot of it consisted of railway books. (Yes, we're supposed to be decluttering, but seemingly railway books are immune from this process. Mind you, other books will be too.)

And then today we drove home. It's quite a long way. But isn't Wales lovely? 

The old chap is also rather nice. 

This week's actual decluttering didn't happen on Monday, because we were away, but there's some stuff on the spare room bed waiting to go, and also Mr L had sent away some old cameras to a company that buys such things. They only gave him £30 for them, but on the other hand they're no longer in our house. 

The trouble with the immaculate bungalow is that I came home and immediately wanted to redecorate the whole house and buy new furniture. But the feeling has now worn off. 

Decluttering again

This week's decluttering: about 400 books, which I hope a charity is going to come and collect today. They're mainly big hardbacks - I read lots of biographies, printed diaries and letters and other non-fiction books. Don't get me wrong - we still have another 400ish, which I will reread if I live long enough. 

Also some items from the cutlery drawer. Why did we need 4 bottle openers (I've kept one)? And two nutcrackers? - I think we cracked nuts the last time when the children were small, at Hallowe'en. These are the family heirloom ones, argh, but we support a charity that collects metal to recycle, so... off they go. Also two melon ballers? Have I ever balled melon? 

This is the truncheon owned by William Menzies (pronounced, in Scotland, Ming-ess), who was married to Mr L's great-aunt Agnes. He was a village postmaster and presumably had it to discourage marauders in the tiny, beautiful, peaceful village by Loch Tay. Son and family were here for the weekend and Son has taken it away, not - I assume - to chase difficult patients from his surgery.

Yesterday we did a recce for a walk we're leading a week on Saturday. It was in the Borders, otherwise known as the Southern Uplands, and there's a reason for that. 

It was about 6 and a half miles, lots of it - most of it - going up hill and down again. 

It was beautiful and we had perfect spring weather. 

But it was quite tiring.