I don't have any photos of the August allotment, owing to dodgy weather and a lack of visits for anything other than a quick harvest of beans and things. So I have city pictures instead from a little trot round we forced the children into having.
The bronze figure is John Cabot, who came to Bristol over 500 years ago, back when it was the second largest seaport in England. He set sail across the Atlantic in 1497 on a ship called the Matthew and reached land in North America, maybe in Newfoundland, or Labrador, Canada or maybe Maine. You can see a picture of the replica Matthew here. It lives in Bristol docks now, and you can have a look round and even a little trip on it. It's really not very big, and Cabot took just 18 men with him. I can't imagine what it must have felt like to just set sail into the big unknown like that.
As usual the summer holidays have flown by. I have a ridiculous amount to fit into the last few days. Not least a hundred name tapes waiting to be sewn on. But what's really occupying my thoughts at the moment is calligraphy. I've always wanted to try it, and I'm wondering if I can fit such a thing into my life. I can't of course. But I can't stop thinking about it. The eldest bought a little calligraphy set on holiday, maybe I shall sneak his pen out and have a bit of a go when he's not looking.
On the subject of hobbies, do any of you understand the whole concept of fishing? The middle boy is desperate to have a go. He's devoured book after book about it and knows all about lines and floats and gudgeons and rudd. I thought he would be bringing home fish for tea, so I made some comment about having to gut and clean them. But apparently once you've caught them you just put them back. As a vegetarian I'm all for this of course, but it does beg the question why bother. Fishing is huge in this country, so I'm obviously missing something here. If you have any enlightenment to share, I'd love to hear.