Jackie swept liberally scattered beech nuts from the Rose Garden this morning.
Scoobie kept her company. On the Back Drive he found a fossilised rat which I opted not to photograph.
We have a liberal supply of petunias,
and Japanese anemones.
Bees busied themselves gathering pollen, ignoring the fact that some plants remained dog-eared;
and competing for occupation of others.
cosmoses, and sweet peas remain in bloom.
Rose Doris Tysteman thrives in the Back Drive border.
Rosa Glauca hips hang over the colourful patio beds.
The hibiscus beside the Brick Path is really flourishing this year.
This afternoon the four of us visited the Beachcomber Café at Barton on Sea.
Gulls hung on the thermals overhead;
crows on the clifftop blinked and pecked at tissues which were eventually shredded;
and a fisherman angled on a breakwater
in view of the Isle of Wight and Christchurch Bay.
This was a day for ice creams.
We had become a little concerned on noticing an elderly woman alone in a wheelchair. After some time a younger woman made her way across the garden with two ice creams. She presented one to the person we then assumed to be her mother, and they sat and enjoyed them together.
After we returned home Ian and I listened to the BBC sport broadcast of the Ashes Test match first day; and watched the second half of the highlights after dinner.
Our dinner consisted of thick pork chops with mustard, brown sugar, and toasted almonds; creamy mashed potato; crisp carrots and broccoli; tender runner beans; and roasted peppers, onions and mushrooms. I drank more of the Garnacha Syrah while the others drank Wairu Cove Sauvignon Blanc 2017.