A long Dorset summer
Typical.
The sky's clouded over now we're due a spectacular red lunar eclipse.
The so-called Blood Moon should be on show tonight from nine o'clock until quarter past ten. But it doesn't look likely from where I'm standing, as the sky is currently a light grey.
Shame.
Still, we need the rain, and the little we've had so far today is not even as much as the salt and vinegar the lady in the chip van puts on my Tuesday night treat of battered sausage, chips and curry sauce.
I wish the heavens would open, spill their load and then the clouds part just before nine o'clock to reveal an orb of striking red.
If wishes were horses, I'd have enough to enter the Grand National for each year of my life.
The lunar eclipse would be a fitting end to the working week in which people in un-air conditioned offices have sweltered and local builders worked in the heat on rooftops and took on the shape of human finials.
Trees stooped in the hedgerows, gossiping like old friends.
Down at the Bay, children of all ages celebrated breaking up for the summer holidays.
Teenagers crowded around the piers and jumped into the water with gay abandon, oblivious to the dangers. People are invincible at that age. Or at least they think they are.
And on the beach, little ones made new friends, sharing unicorn inflatables, playing ball in the sea and skimming pebbles in the gentle waves.
There were even little children fresh from their last day of lessons going into the sea in full school uniform, including white socks and T-bar shoes.
The weather has been glorious but not so for farmers. The fields are parched, things in the ground are struggling to grow and the cattle are already munching on this winter's feed.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
The sky's clouded over now we're due a spectacular red lunar eclipse.
The so-called Blood Moon should be on show tonight from nine o'clock until quarter past ten. But it doesn't look likely from where I'm standing, as the sky is currently a light grey.
Shame.
Still, we need the rain, and the little we've had so far today is not even as much as the salt and vinegar the lady in the chip van puts on my Tuesday night treat of battered sausage, chips and curry sauce.
I wish the heavens would open, spill their load and then the clouds part just before nine o'clock to reveal an orb of striking red.
If wishes were horses, I'd have enough to enter the Grand National for each year of my life.
The lunar eclipse would be a fitting end to the working week in which people in un-air conditioned offices have sweltered and local builders worked in the heat on rooftops and took on the shape of human finials.
Trees stooped in the hedgerows, gossiping like old friends.
Down at the Bay, children of all ages celebrated breaking up for the summer holidays.
Teenagers crowded around the piers and jumped into the water with gay abandon, oblivious to the dangers. People are invincible at that age. Or at least they think they are.
And on the beach, little ones made new friends, sharing unicorn inflatables, playing ball in the sea and skimming pebbles in the gentle waves.
There were even little children fresh from their last day of lessons going into the sea in full school uniform, including white socks and T-bar shoes.
The weather has been glorious but not so for farmers. The fields are parched, things in the ground are struggling to grow and the cattle are already munching on this winter's feed.
Bring on the rain. And then let the sun shine again.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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