On Wednesday morning I awoke to glorious sunshine. After a wander around the garden, I did my Wii Fit work out, caught up with Blogland, checked eBay and clicked Buy It Now on a skirt that had been listed minutes earlier. After breakfast, we posed for outfit photos, Jon wore the western shirt and suede boots he'd bought from the charity shop on Sunday.
Our destination was Pipers, a traditional family-run garden centre, a twelve-mile drive away that has been growing and selling plants since 1947. By the time we arrived the heavens had opened and the rain was bouncing off Gilbert but, fortunately, most of the stock was undercover and I was delighted to see huge ginger and white cat curled up fast asleep on the counter.
After choosing a few plants and a sack of Pearlite we drove home via Liz and Al's where we had a coffee and were able to sit outside as the rain had abated. We had a wander around their allotment and a catch-up but were all dithering with cold after 40 minutes. Silly me for packing my gloves away on Monday!
Back at home, we unloaded Gilbert and had the rest of the leek and potato soup for lunch. I had grand plans for filling the garden waste bin and planting out my window boxes for the afternoon but it was just too wet and cold to bother. While Jon got Gilbert ready for his National Trust adventure in the morning I continued with the genealogy instead.