Wet

One week to the summer solstice... there may be some soggy Druids witnessing the dawn sunrise this year! 

The day has largely been taken up with parental taxi - yes, that never goes away. Picked Charlie up from Bristol Airport and dropped her off at a posh house in the Cotswolds for her cousin's hen weekend. Traffic meant that really was nearly all the day gone.

So, in honour of the weather, I nipped into the back garden for a dripping fuscia fuchsia (thanks Annie) set against a sodden geranium.