Jackie’s labels for her Paths and Beds occasionally need refurbishing.
Yesterday she renewed this one, demonstrating that the bed is named for the tree.
The storms of the last couple of days left the paths covered in debris. Today the Head Gardener swept and cleared them.
This kept swivel-headed Nugget well supplied with fleeing insects, quick as an arrow, to dart at.
This afternoon we visited Annie and Derek at Barton on Sea, where we enjoyed the, cakes, and wide ranging stimulating conversation.
After this we took a brief drive into the forest to make use of the early evening light.
Having noticed a pair of ponies lurking in the shadows thrown across
the virtually dry bed of the old quarry lake in Pilley
I gingerly made my way down there to join them.
A grey up on the road clattered over the tarmac and
thudded down the bank in my direction.
I took evasive action as it joined its grazing cousins.
A pair of spectral equines appeared atop the opposite bank.
This evening, from trays on our laps, we dined on pepperoni pizza, marinaded chicken and plentiful fresh salad accompanied by Blue Moon in Jackie’s case and the last of the Bergerac in mine; while we watched the highlights of the first day of the first Ashes Test match between England and Australia.