Light at one end and lights at the other end of the tunnel outside Tunbridge Wells Station.
Scarlet pimpernel is almost the first flower of which I learnt the name. I remember being told that if it closed its small, bright red petals it would rain. In some parts of the country it is known as sheperds' weather glass.This year, with its creeping habit, it is rampant among the potatoes in the vegetable garden. And it rains every day. I wonder that it opens at all, but it does. It seems on the whole to be doing better than the potatoes which are already showing signs of blight. In fact very little else seems to be intruding in the potato rows. If weeds are plants growing where they shouldn't, scarlet pimpernel is I suppose a weed, except that I refuse to designate as such. It was Baroness Orczy who adopted the flower as the cover name of her hero Sir Percy Blakeney in her historical romances describing his exploits rescuing of victims of The French Revolution from the guillotine. No weed.
In a room seen through an open window a curtain sways and billows in a dance without rhythm.