A very quiet Sunday today. Why? At 3 pm the Wimbledon Final match was on with every person in this part of the world glued to the television to see if Scotland's local lad (from Dunblaine) would pull it off. I came in from the heat for the final hour of Murray playing Novak Djokovic. Both deserved to win but in the end it was, indeed, Andy Murray.
As the papers say "Murray was willed on by the majority of the 15,000 spectators on Centre Court, [with] thousands watching on the nearby big screen and millions more around the country." It's all very historical as it is 77 years since there was a Brtish men's champion at Wimbledon.
It was so very hot today! After cutting the grass I said to Iain "What I would like is a swim in the Shuswap Lake!" However I parked myself in the shade with another book by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. It is The Angel's Game. I came to enjoy his story-telling through his well-known book Shadow in the Wind. The setting for these novels is Barcelona. He's a great writer and I also really like the excellent translations by Lucia Graves.
The view of the house from my seat in the shade. Iain is in the garage (left) Black and Deckering (a new verb I have coined).
A bumble bee for company.
The first bloom on this particular rose bush which is loaded with buds.