Well our friends came over from Manchester and it is indeed pouring down. There was perhaps half an hour when they first arrived when it was dry which is perhaps just enough time to get some idea of why we live here.
They have gone on a long walk and I wimped out, needing to bake things for some afternoon tea, not wanting to walk in the wind and rain and being pretty sure that they, experienced long distance walkers, would want to go at a pace I would struggle with. So I have made some bread and a leek and cheese pie. I have rubbed the butter into the flour for some cheese scones and some fruit scones, ready to mix up so they will certainly be warm when the walkers come in. I have whipped some cream and decanted some gooseberry and elderflower jam into a pretty jar. The woodburner is lit and the house smells of baking and warmth. I have had the better of it today I think.
The rain is streaming down the windows and the wind is lashing the yew trees. The hens are out somewhere but clearly hiding in a place of shelter. Here from another world is proof that summer does come. Both of these photos were taken last summer, which was a wet and miserable one in my memory, but clearly there were raspberries and the swallows did fly above the pigsties. It takes a bit of a leap of faith to believe in summer today.