On another warm and sunny day that, once we had got going in the garden, felt like the height of summer, we continued soil preparation. In addition to all her other maintenance tasks
Jackie dug in the compost she had laid on the Palm Bed yesterday,
and I completed the mulching of the rose garden with three more 100 litre bags of Landscape Bark. I swear they are becoming heavier by the day.
Looking from the Back Drive towards this section,
or across the Helicon Path towards the house,
one can see the burgeoning new growth popping up everywhere.
We now have profusions of Spanish bluebells,
and of forget-me-nots.
Permanently perched on the telephone cable over Christchurch Road is a male collared dove,
pretending he is nothing to do with the nest in our holly tree upon which his lady is incubating.
Even when paying a visit, he first lands on the flowering cherry photographed yesterday. Since he is quite a ponderous creature he shakes the boughs freeing many cherry petals,
just as Matthew did to the delight of Hannah, Ben, and Sam in May 1983.
This evening we dined at Dynasty in Brockenhurst with Elizabeth, Danni and Andy. My choice was lamb shatkora, special fried rice an onion bhaji. Along with Jackie I drank Kingfisher. The others drank red wine, cobra, or coke. Service and food were excellent.
The restaurant is close to the ford which we could see was waterlogged. As we were ten minutes early, I sniffed a photo opportunity and wandered down the road.
This was the scene as I approached, directly into the sun.
I was a bit slow to catch two cyclists wheeling through their spray. As they passed me I cried: ‘You wouldn’t like to do that again, would you’. ‘Do it again?’ was the reply. ‘Yes’, I answered.
They immediately turned tail, sped through the water,
and, returning quite happily, enjoyed another shower.