Sunnier

That same tree on the Rye, same time of day, two weeks later...

Interesting

I learnt two things from Radio 4 this morning:
1) Iceland has no railways, and
2) There is a book called "Harry Potter and the Tagine of Stoke."

Poem of the Week

Spring
Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Nunhead Spring

And so it was a lovely Summer Spring Sunday in Nunhead, which meant a bacons sandwich in Bambuni's.  Grin.

And a brief stroll around the Green.

Magnolia in bloom...

And Japanese cherry...

 And the chinese willow is just beginning...

Bumblebee?

Pizza Stopping

For reasons that will become clear in time, on Saturday evening we sampled the delights of the Buxton branch of Pizza Express.  The serving staff were very helpful, and the food was OK to nice.  But the garlic bread was too small, there were too few waiters and the kitchen staff were very slow. 

So Pizza Express wasn't. 

Clear Blue Rye

What a contrast with last Monday!  A beautiful clear blue sky stretching across the Rye.  Bit chilly, 'tho!