So. I’m sitting here writing this, wondering idly if the local thunderstorm will knock out the power or internet before I finish. We were off-line (and wasn’t it lovely, though you do wonder what’s piling up) for a week after the last time we had lightning. At the moment, it’s just grey and threatening-looking, but we’re just waiting for the flash, bang and rumble….
Mind you, we had a glorious start to the week. The weekend was nice and over 80 folk turned out for our dinosaur hunt on the Sunday. It’s always nice to remember it was someone else’s planet before it was ours …and it will be again, some day.
Our show-off adder was making the best of it and having a good bask in the sun. She’s getting harder to spot as the grass gets ever longer. And it’s a good job she did have a bask on the Monday, we’ve not seen the sun a great deal the rest of the week.
Not that it hasn’t been hot, mind. It’s felt hotter than it really is, with uncomfortably high humidity. On Wednesday, the humidity dropped (yes, dropped ) to 84% at one point…which made strimming not a lot of fun at all. On days like that, it just never feels like there’s enough air in the air to breathe.
The wild flowers look good at this time of year. One thing the humid days do well is carry the scent of flowers, and most noticeable of these is the sweet smell of the white clover.
In amongst the grass, the tiny, pretty eyebrights flourish. They’re not as innocent as they look though and are hemi-parasites, stealing some of the nutrients from the grass roots.
But the plants of the moment are the grasses. Any hay fever sufferer will know that they are at their height just now, with whole fields tinged purple with the seed heads of Yorkshire fog.
And let me introduce you to one of my least favourite grasses. Step forward, cock’s foot. Not only is the pollen one of those that makes your eyes and nose run, the stems are very tough and will tangle up mowers and even brushcutters. Many’s the time I’ve muttered darkly at it while untangling and restarting various pieces of machinery over the years.
Down on the lochs, the water lilies are out. Catch them while they last in the next month.
They are full of invertebrates, which, in turn, provide food for other creatures. This moorhen was pottering around, picking small flies off the water surface. Not that you ever see a moorhen on a moor- the name is a corruption of ‘mere-hen’.
We’re hoping it will stay dry for our Fun Day (tomorrow, 12th July, 12-4pm) but I’m not betting on it. Still, everything will be under cover and (bar the teas and homebakes) is free of charge…so we hope to see you here, rain or no rain!