Long Mizzle Garden

  Where hath that Lulu of Longmizzle been hiding out? It is a question the long suffering Monsieur often wonders at the weekends. Weirdly he has an app that tracks her beautiful bobbing bonce. Sometimes her big head mistakenly appears floating in areas over the English Channel, miles from land. On other occasions, the app correctly locates the elusive one.  Welcome to Island Life!  St Michael's Mount, Cornwall   St Michael's Mount garden is now closed to the public until next spring.  Saint Lulu can kick back with a drone delivered Friday night Kakahari curry and choice cold cider.  From a towering tower, she keeps a stern eye on the mainland peasants trying to reach the mount via the tidal causeway. Some are brazen enough to roll their trousers up to their knees for the crossing. These cheap flints simply cannot afford the ferry crossing. Soggy pockets lead to soggy Lidl receipts. Ferry crossers maintain their Waitrose receipt integrity. Before her Knight...

 Hello m' luvelies, It's a glorious morning here at Long Mizzle. The sun is just starting to fill the top patio, where it will sit hot all day. I'm not one for basking in the sun, much preferring early mornings and evenings, when the light is sweet and magic.  Happily I don't have to rush off anywhere, and project 'Marie Kondo the living daylights out of the wardrobe' will just have to wait until later. Here are some pictures taken last night, at around 9pm, once the sun had dipped down behind the hedges and fences.  Sometimes I am serenaded in the garden by a little pink Ukelele playing wandering minstrel -     The minstrel's services will be paid with apples - Unfortunately I lost three dahlias by leaving the tubers in the ground over winter: 'Heatwave', 'Spanish Dancer' and 'Totally Tangerine' all gone. I suspect they got too wet and rotted - lesson learnt! The orange 'Pooh' type are positively unruly though. Dahlia 'Ma...

 Hello m' slim shadies, After a two day heatwave shattered UK records, my trusty Glass Storm Barometer warned me that a storm was imminent. The next morning I woke to a drastic drop in temperature, thunder and lightening. Climate change has officially arrived, just as the scientists said it would all those years ago. Sadly environmental scientists don't rule the world, knobbers do.  Above left - barometer in fine weather | Above right - rapid ascension of blue liquid in snozzle means approaching storm (see monkey blog post here for more detail). If it pees, batten the hatches! Below: Down by the morning cool, Penryn Marina  Whilst the holiday makers were rollicking in the sun on the beach, I was crunching on ice cubes, taking shade where I could. Obviously all the parasols had sold out, so a little improvisation was required for the top patio -    Approaching storm after the heat -  Very little gardening happened during the heat . Contrary to what Monsieur...