The great drought and heat wave of 2018 continued into July, with no end in sight, grey skies and 2 mm of rain on the first day of the month, being sufficiently novel for me to bother to photograph them.
For the first time in years we walked up the hill, over our top gate… and through Glyn’s fields on the same contour and then after climbing the wooden gate, and up through the rushes, we found the spring… The second (“new!) galvanised manhole cover had seized up, so we had to return armed with screwdriver to free it up, and were mightily relieved to find the holding concrete ring tank still full to overflow, but only trickling in at about 250 ml per minute, or 360 litres per day.
In the garden it continued to be damage limitation with watering… Everything was done with watering cans, and we continued to use dirty water from the house to help keep things going, but by now many stalwart ground cover perennials ( London Pride, Ajuga, Chrysoplenium) were starting to shrivel. Some Hydrangeas flopped, as did the Hellebores. We were truly in unchartered territory for us with our garden in wet upland Wales.
The other meadow delight, after the eventual tally of 82 orchids in our upper meadow this year, was the floral profusion in early July of our lower wet meadow which now gets set aside for a hay crop from the drier half. The delight of much Ragged Robin in June, shifted to carpets of golden Greater Bird’sfoot Trefoil and Marsh Bedstraw by early July, with Valerian and Meadowsweet beginning to flower by mid month, and a new find for this year, of 3 plants of Devil’s Bit Scabious flowering for the very first time on our land at Gelli Uchaf, after all these years.
Our challenge now, given the pending grass shortage with the drought, will be to keep the sheep off this field until autumn, when seed will have been shed.