Where are we now?

Drought. The fields are impacted and when we have floods it will run down the roads. I water the asparagus and it remains dust underneath.

Dogging. Cars parked in verges down the country lanes.

Rent hikes. Holiday accommodation gone to workers. In Ipswich they are staying in a four star hotel.

Workmen no longer available.

Had the Stop Sizewell C AGM on Monday night. The rally on June 7th will be good. Pete Wilkinson stopped the dumping of nuclear waste at sea single-handedly. Although of course the eroding coastline will take care of that now.

Take lots of photos was the message.

I heard the nightingale sing last night. Over the bypass-to-be and its jagged battlefield stumps in the ditch, over the planked foot bridge round the corner filled with white blossom and large sunny-eyed daisies, along the field set aside for rewilding with waving leaves, then the one filled with strong, white and purple flowering broad beans and into a neck of woodland with the sun a white torch behind. Using the Merlin app to identify, I heard robins, blackbirds, warblers, chaffinches, chiff chaff, greenfinch, goldcrest, blackcap, wren, and treat of all, the nightingale.

I’ll record again this time next year and let you know.

Ha ha.