On a wet, mild, morning, I inserted the penultimate section into the garden album, and printed the final batch of photographs.
This afternoon Jackie drove us to Lymington quay and back. She left me to find Dials Antique Clocks, recommended yesterday by Highcliff Watchmakers, while she went in search of Peacocks and baby clothes.
We were both successful. Dials has a most picturesque location at the corner of Quay Street. The clock repairer was happy to tackle a traditional clock bought by Michael for Jessica and me about 35 years ago. He didn’t do battery operated digital clocks like Mum’s carriage clock that had become so corroded that, when Elizabeth cleaned it, the contacts fell off. When I explained that it was one I had bought my mother many years ago, and bore my name as part of her identification of presents to be returned to the donor when the time comes, he changed his mind, although warned me of the cost., which is really not a factor. I have, incidentally, told Mum that I don’t any longer give her a present I wouldn’t want back at a later date.
I left the clocks at the shop and wandered back to the still water.
The only real sign of life, where the boats were all moored, was of the sea birds.
A wagtail bravely advances towards a gull.
Speaking of gulls, surely this mongrel pigeon has at least dual heritage.
Swans were busy preening,
and a pair of sleepy mallards dozed to the rippling sway of their rowing boat.
For our dinner this evening Jackie produced her delicious lamb jalfrezi, chicken tikka, onion and mushroom rice, and an onion bhaji. I drank Old Crafty Hen and The Cook chose sparkling water.