All seven cygnets accounted for. They seem to have doubled in size and appear to be moulting.
I spent my time listening to the intensity of the sounds made by insects of which more later. I have also resolved to try and keep a record of the tides and moon about which I have become very slack lately.
I have been looking up medieval feast days. This website gives you a saint for every day – http://www.themcs.org
The Hermit’s is July 22nd – St Mary Magdalene. the world’s most boring saint.
Here are June’s:
1 June – St Justin (d. 167), St Wistan of England (d. 850), St Ronan of Cornwall, England, St Candida
2 June – St Erasmus (d. ca. 300)
3 June – St Clotildis (d. 545)
4 June – St Optatus (4th Century), St Petroc of Padstow (6th Century), St Buriana of Buryan, St Breaca (Breque, Branca, Branka), of Cornwall, England (5th Century), St Walter of England (d. 1150)
5 June – St Boniface of Crediton (ca. 690-775)
6 June – St Norbert (1080-1134)
7 June – St Wulstan of Worcester, St Robert of Chichester, St Robert of Newminster, Northumberland, England (1100-1159), St Willibald of Wessex (d. 786)
8 June – St William (d. 1154), St Elphege, St Levan of Cornwall, England (6th Century), St Edgar the Peaceful of England (d. 975)
9 June – St Columba of Iona (521-597), St Ephraem of Syria (d. ca. 373), St Edmund of Canterbury
10 June –
11 June – St Barnabas the Apostle (1st Century)
12 June – St Basilidis
13 June – St Antony of Padua (1195-1231)
14 June – St Elgar of Bardsey, Wales (d. 1100)
15 June – St Vitus (4th Century), St Eadburga of Winchester (d. 960)
16 June – St Cyr of Quiricus (d. 304), St Julitta (d. 304)
17 June – St Botulf (d. 680), St Nectan (Nighton, Nectaran) of Hartland, Devon, England, St Briavel of the Forest of Dean, Gloucestershire, England, St Adulf of England (d. 680), St Joseph of Arimathea (1st Century)
18 June – St Mark (Marci) and St Marcellian
19 June – St Juliana Falconieri (1270-1340), St Romuald of Ravenna (ca. 950-1027), Feast of the Holy Martyrs Gervase and Prothasius
20 June – St Alban (d. 304), St Edward
21 June – St Maine of Saint-Meon, Brittany, France, Midsummer’s Eve
22 June – St Paulinus of Nola (d. 431), St Alban
23 June – St Aetheldreda (Audry, Etheidreda, Ethelreda) of Ely (d. 678), St Bartholomew of Fame, Nortumbria, England (d. 1193)
24 June – St John the Baptist (d. ca. 30), St Germoc of Ireland (6th Century)
25 June – St William of Vercelli (1085-1142)
26 June – St Anthelm (1107-1178)
27 June – St Cyril of Alexandra (d. 444)
28 June – St Irenaeus of Lyons (d. 202), St Austell of St Newman, England (6th Century)
29 June – St Martha (1st Century), St Peter (d. ca. 64)
30 June – St Paul (1st Century), St Airick of England (12th Century)
Brambles are one of those apparently everyday plants, such as dandelions, which have specalists all to themselves as they are such a varied and complicated family. Confusingly a bramble specialist is known as a Batologist. I am sure there is a good reason why. I am now going to have to look up what bat specialists are called I suppose. It really is endless.
The Glorious First of June.
Arrived in a drizzle of rain which steadily grew into a shower. The Creek is rather beautiful in the rain, the plants are drenched and the green is intensified. There was a lot of birdsong and so many flowers. Snails were doing their slow thing, clustered together on stalks. Perhaps they were mating?
The date made me realise that the summer solstice is nearly here and then the earth starts turning away from the sun again towards winter. It seems as if we have hardly emerged from last winter. I have been coming to Creekside for almost half a year. Doing something like this really does make you think about time passing and the nature of time itself. How mysterious it is. I have been reading up about medieval books of hours. Time was measured in a very different way then, very much attuned to the seasons. I think it must have moved more slowly too or perhaps we are now moving more rapidly through time.
On arrival at the Creek I was in a terrible state, winding myself up about all that is inconsequential as usual. I managed to work myself into an even more gloomy frame of mind thinking about winter waiting around the corner again etc. etc. However, I realised as I was walking away that being at Creekside and just pottering around in the rain had completely lifted my black mood.