Etched Behind Eyelids | June 2020
Ed joined me one evening for my usual loop of Edgbaston, and we spotted this Morris Minor parked up outside one of the Georgian mansions. Classic car meets modern plague. A few minutes later while admiring a double rainbow on the horizon we got caught short in a thunderstorm that came out of nowhere, and tried to pancake ourselves against a garden fence in the rain shadow of a tree on one of the side streets.
The Botanical Gardens reopened this month, just as the first round of roses peaked.
Minou has been unwell. We had a short heatwave that saw temperatures climb to 30C and she ended up dehydrated, off her food, and wobbly on her back legs. Every time she gets ill I fear it’s the last time, but she seems to be on the mend and I’m quietly confident that she’ll be back to her usual self in time for her seventeenth birthday celebrations next month.
The day before the heatwave broke, the wind picked up offering a bit of respite from the heat and humidity.