The heavens opened between the two walks on Saturday, resulting in fewer listeners for our second walk on Saturday afternoon, which also clashed with a guided tour of the garden.
In fact, there was only one.
And yet, in a blatant contravention of all the known laws of poetry readings, we actually gathered more listeners as we proceeded around the garden. Much like a stone does moss. Or a tree trunk fungi.
Talking of which, after I'd shared my lunch with this robin and before the afternoon walk, I wandered around the garden photographing them.
Are ladybirds pollinators? Yes!
Note also photobombing shield bug.
And as is the way of things, along came a few other IsamBardian opportunities as we went on our merry way.
Look out for possible future encounters with the IsamBards in Bristol and Somerset in the run up to Christmas, and at Arnos Vale cemetery.
(Ooh good, a use for all those poems about death.)
And we were interviewed and photographed, jointly and severally, for a putative article in the Guardian, about the bee festival, or maybe bee-keeping in general, and of course that sort of happening usually has Disappointment written all over it, but no doubt we'll be scouring the papers for a month or so.
Postscript: Here is the article!
Photo by Alex Turner for The Guardian
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