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This morning Jackie drove us to Avon Beach at Mudeford and back.
Tossing up spray in their wake, the sage green waves
and the brisk winds offered a couple of surfers a splendid playground,
within sight of watchers on the rocky breakwater.
It was a day on which pre-school children wrapped up their grandparents well and took them for a bracing walk. One gleeful little girl enjoyed defeating the waves in their attempt to soak her. She was even more delighted when I displayed my water-filled shoes and socks and decidedly damp trouser legs. I had not been so nimble. My driver informed me that the seventh wave always ascends further up the shingle than the preceding six. I will try to remember that.
After lunch I deleted more images from iMac’s Photos
This evening we dined on Jackie’s splendid sausage casserole; creamy mashed potato; and crisp carrots, cauliflower, and runner beans. I finished the Paniza.