Tues 29th June

It didn't start off in a very promising way. 

The window boxes needed sprucing up. The lobelia was fine, the pot marigolds were looking a little weedy but nothing that a good feed, top up of soil and picking over wouldn't fix, but the little sunflowers were a disaster.  After the first flowers, the following buds were stunted and sad, a snail had got in and eaten some of the leaves, and they seemed to have become home from home to a colony of small black ants.

So I went to the garden centre.  But it was closed, for its annual stocktaking.

So I went to the peninsular, to visit the la Maison de la Baie and walk from there.  But there were roadworks in front of it, and I couldn't get in.

So I drove on a bit. But when I got to the seashore, the green seaweed was so thick and vile I didn't want to go near it.

So we walked up on the cliffs, which were hot and dry already and Mol got quite tired and puffed out, but there were

~  marbled white butterflies, thousands of them.  Which was one beautiful thing.

Then I thought I'd try the smaller farm supply, general hardware and garden shop further along, in the hopes of getting some plants.  They had four very satisfactory bright red geraniums. 

~ And a dwarf pot cherry tomato plant. 'Look' said the nice young man at the till 'there's one which is nearly ready to eat'

'Yes,'  I said 'that was what attracted me.'

And that was another beautiful thing.

So then I drove back the slightly longer, nicer way, not least so that I could go over

~  this blue bow of a bridge over the railway line, where there used to be just a dusty old level crossing.  Which I think is another beautiful thing.  When I approach it, I always feel as if I am going to fly .

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So that was all right in the end.  And now I'm going for the infamous legwax, and then we'll drive up to Erquy, to eat by the harbour, and enjoy the cool of the evening.