This morning I accompanied Jackie to the GP surgery where she was prescribed antibiotics for what is now a chest infection. Afterwards, she drove us to the car park alongside the
Needles Eye cafe where she sat with a coffee whilst
I ambled along the upper and lower promenades.
The fog warning sounded as I took this hazy picture of the Isle of Wight and The Needles, after which the cafe has been wittily named.
This gentleman was perhaps searching for a sight of the island whilst his bored best friend was suggesting it was a waste of time.
A group of energetic retirees strode out, past the barriers that border the lower promenade where concrete huts once stood.
Should they be taken short, a state of the art Public Convenience ushers in the prospective
rebuilding of the, now removed, damaged beach huts.
Throughout the day, Paul and I continued exchanging material for the forthcoming The First Gallery exhibition and flyer.
This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s, fish, chips, and pea fritters. Nothing was imbibed.