David bought me a Kindle as a present this week and I am quite entranced by it. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a slim line electronic reader on which you can store hundreds of books, and yes, it does soon feel just like reading a book. The great thing is how you can enlarge the print, so even with my weary old eyes I can read in bed. I have downloaded the works of Trollope, the complete Sherlock Holmes, all the Father Brown stories, and a complete set of George Eliott already, for the princely sum of £2.60.   (Some of these were in deference to David, so he has some comfort reading as well.)  A friend said I’d get one and love it when I did, so she was proved right.

Last night I was watching Alice Roberts undertaking various wild swimming adventures round the rivers and lakes of Britain, and as she quoted a lot from Roger Deakin, I downloaded his book, and have thus discovered  a new and wonderful diarist. I love adventures like this, discovering a new soul one can follow in print.

The rain has come, and well, despite various exciting looking clouds, has virtually gone again, so I spent half an hour this evening watering my vulnerable little beans.  I have been to Filey this week, taking my mother to celebrate her birthday, and it was great to see the sea, though looking after her meant I could not go down to the water’s edge.  Our neighbour in Edensor still goes sea bathing from her flat at Filey. She says it is wonderful, and “not too cold after the first six or seven times”!  I should perhaps have a go myself this summer.   Brrr!