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Early on this grey, overcast, morning, Jackie drove us to Lymington and back to buy a birthday present.
Upon leaving the house I decided I had not published enough photographs of the front garden. I therefore focussed on these lilies flanking bronze fennel flowers;
fuchsia Sir Matt Busby suspended over the front porch;
orange nasturtiums potted in front of the garage door;
a purple clematis soaring both them;
white solanum adorning the trellis;
lobelia and petunias cascading over a hanging basket;
and this pink and blue lace cap hydrangea spreading across the right hand corner.
It being market day in Lymington I hoped to have further fun with the camera. No sooner had we emerged from the shop, which must be nameless at the moment, and I brought out the camera, than the rain came down and umbrellas went up. Nevertheless, I persisted, and photographed
a rail of Summery women’s tops;
an abundance of bulbous green and golden melons;
metal bowls of oleaginous olives;
loaves of rustic Mediterranean bread;
the stall of a gentleman demonstrating veg cutters the colour of which made up for a lack of oranges;
and decorative sandals, the display of which now seemed somewhat optimistic.
Here are some of the umbrellas,
not forgetting the lady who had forgotten hers.
Reading glasses may now be obtained without prescription, and are cheaply available on market stalls.
Jackie has collections all over the house and garden. Naturally she inspected these specs,
and bought £5’s worth of what Becky calls her mother’s multi-ocular devices. The idea is that wearing two pairs gives you twice the strength of magnification. Four is overdoing it a bit.
This afternoon I watched the women’s Wimbledon tennis final on TV.
For this evening’s dinner, Jackie produced steak and onion pie, new potatoes, crispy breaded mushrooms, crunchy carrots, and fresh spring greens. We had drunk respectively Hoegaarden and Banks’s Amber bitter on the patio beforehand. I had some of mine left over to drink with the meal. Jackie hadn’t. But then, her bottles are smaller than mine.