Full forty days, it will remain
St Swithin’s Day, if it be fair
For forty days, t'will rain no more.'
Today is St. Swithin's Day which, it seems to me, is kind of like Britain's answer to Groundhog Day (and just about as accurate, according to this morning's Times) in that it tries to predict the weather some distance into the future based on what is happening today. Except a saint is involved, as opposed to a groundhog. Today was gorgeous, sunny and warm with a slight breeze. It'd be great if this did continue for forty days.
We went back to Wallingford today (for Claire to get her hair done and for Bill to wander around) and lo and behold there was another market going on. This was the regular monthly market and featured lots of great stuff including hand woven baskets, various ostrich-related products and a real roasting pig.
After returning home, we took a walk around Crocker End and we marveled at how green and lush everything is, comparing it to how brown and dead it all was when we first arrived. The bushes and hedges are so tall and thick, walking down a road is like being in a canyon. It's a shame we have only two more days in England.
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So soon! I can't believe the time's gone so quickly.
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