Jackie rose early this morning and sat in a chair on the patio with a cup of instant coffee.

In an instant Nugget was on a paving stone peering hopefully up at the rim of the cup.

Now, “Where’s Nugget?” (16).

Today’s weather was blustery and damp. The Test Match was delayed until after lunch. I spent the afternoon listening to the BBC Sport broadcast and scanning the first batch of a set of prints from negatives I have lost from a holiday with friends in August 2000. This was at the home of Sarah and Howard at Bembridge. Although we live so near the Isle of Wight this was the last time I visited it.

Jessica and Heidi towed Emily and Oliver in our dinghy;

Howard wandered

along the shore

and helped Jessica into their small yacht,

while Michael took over dinghy duties.

The skies had brightened a bit by the end of the afternoon when we visited Otter Nurseries to buy two more bags of compost and somehow came away with four more phlox plants and another bag of tulip bulbs. We continued on for a short forest drive.

Many of the verges, like these along Sandy Down, are already carpeted with cyclamen.

This gnarled fungus has more right to be there than

this shiny drink can.

Moody skies glowered over Sway Tower.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy chicken jalfrezi and boiled rice, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank El Zumbido Garnacha Syrah 2017.


    1. I left it. I tried a bit of Wombling a few years back. I would be at it all the time. There were more along that verge. Litter pickers are employed periodically. Thanks very much, Andrew.

      1. My husband has periods of time when he goes out with a trash bag like a vigilante and he rids the neighborhood of the rude people’s debris. After a while he gets discouraged and he stops. Until it gets him so mad that he goes back at it.

  1. Glad to say I spotted Nugget amongst your great photographs.
    We get drivers here on our lane throwing cans out of the window as they drive past. The village employs someone to collect litter and tidy the footpaths, he comes along each week

  2. Beautiful first photo – are there bleeding hearts in the mix?

    I found The Nugster, but only because there was a bit of a red petal that took my eye there.
    Has anyone ever had such an instance of a bird adopting a household like this? In all my years of birdloving, I have never heard of such a thing. Very cool.

    Jessica is braver than I. That boat would never see the back of my ass.

    1. πŸ™‚ Thanks very much, Jodie. I don’t think there are any bleeding hearts in that photo, but we do have some in other places. Our robins are known as ‘the gardener’s friend’ – thi one was still a baby when he attached himself, so he may be more friendly than most. Jessica was always up for anything.

  3. What beautiful days and wonderful memories captured in your photos, Derrick! πŸ™‚

    So good to see Michael in some of these photos. I think of him. And I think of you and Jackie and your whole family as I know each of you miss him so very very very much.

    AW! Nugget you are being so clever today! But, I see you!!! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€

    That first photo is stunning! I especially love the fuchsias! πŸ™‚
    HUGS!!! and TWEETS!!! πŸ˜›

  4. Aha! Found him and his little rump sticking out from under the green plant. I thought cyclamen grew in grocery stores or the tropics. You do live in a wondrous climate.

  5. A social visit to check out what has been going on in your world Derrick, seems you are still enjoying life to the fullest, you have little Nugget well domesticated I see, he observes your every move. Enjoy seeing your Cyclamens, a beautiful flower that certainly brightens up the verges, a lovely relaxing post my friend.

  6. Couldn’t find Nugget. Darn! But I nearly swooned with delight when I saw the cyclamens on the verge. I can only imagine how it would have been if I had seen them in person. I probably would have needed smelling salts. πŸ˜‰ Our climate is too harsh for those beauties to grow by the side of the road. Sigh.

  7. So awful that people discard their cans in nature.

    On a more positive note, Nugget was well camouflaged against the slate but I found him.

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