…Loudly sing ‘Cuckoo’
Cuckoos are sort of tricky birds, it’s hard to feel sympathy for mass-murderers, but for some reason they appeal, maybe also because of the clocks:
Actually I heard my first cuckoo this year back on May 1, and was jubilant as I had a one Euro coin in my pocket at the time, thus ensuring I will not run out of money, this year at least.
There are loads of strange superstitions about cuckoos, my favourite is from the Channel Island of Guernsey, where apparently upon hearing the first cuckoo of the year, one balanced a stone on one’s head and then ran around until it fell off. Hmmn.
Wessex was an ancient kingdom in the south of England, today full of lovely places
and exciting history:
and famous for a King, Alfred, who burned the cakes:
Summer has taken its time cumen in this year, our spring has been too cold and too wet and winter dragged on a long time.
It suddenly got warmer this week, meaning I have to change to the Summer curtains in the bathroom:
And buy strawberries, so that my husband can make a delicious strawberry flan.
Here’s a recipe: