Not the most practical pear to grow, with the resultant short-lived glut, but delicious. I mainly chose it as a reliable pollinator for the Worcester Black Pear, but am very happy with it.
Having visited Mum in hospital at the JR on Tuesday, yesterday was another visit. As I sent to Sim, Jane, Chloe afterwards:
Mum seemed a bit dopey when I arrived, but warmed up to a fairly cheerful and alert state after quarter of an hour. She asked me to get The Guardian so she could do her crossword etc, though she said she wasn’t up to actually reading any of it! She’s resigned to being in hospital for several more days, as the relevant clinicians don’t work over Bank Holiday weekends, apparently.
She mentioned that additional care would be needed when she’s discharged, and some things might have to be altered (she mentioned a commode chair – is there one in the garage or would it need organising?), so I agreed without going into detail.
She made a fairly hearty fist of her supper (rice with sweet-and-sour chicken), which was good to see.
It’s not the visits that I find so tiring, as I chat to Mum for about 30 minutes, then disappear for thirty minutes to grab a coffee / visit the shop / have a pee / whatever, then repeat. However, the travel is really slightly over my comfortable limit! Cycle to Shrub Hill station, train to Oxford for 80 minutes, stand around waiting for 20 minutes, bus to hospital for 30 minutes … all-in, it’s about two and a half hours travel each way, for a visit spanning also about two and a half hours.
However, the sunset last night was spectacular. Mostly viewed from the train, but I did stop on my cycle home on Landsowne Crescent which had a wonderful view of the last of it. Not having a camera with me, which is unusual, it’s a phone photo (slightly cropped).
Autumn creeps in gently. the Chinese lanterns are making a good show this year, after last year’s rather poor effort. Morning Glory “Grandpa Ott” is omnipresent in the background of almost everything down that side of the house – next year I must be more vigilant about pulling up self-sown plants in unwanted areas!
A couple of hours this lunchtime spent at the Worcester Show on Pitchcroft. Chats with a number of friends and acquaintances, and a useful discussion about OT with the County Council stall.
Still too hot overnight in my bedroom to do more than a somewhat restless doze. But change is on its way: proper clouds cross the face of the moon (which is just past full).