I watched recordings of World Cup rugby matches, last night between Fiji and Uruguay; today between Italy and Canada, and between England and USA.
Early this evening Jackie drove us to Mudeford and back.
The oyster shells arranged around a beech tree in The Oaks on Lymington Road, Highcliffe revealed themselves to be a ring of fascinating tree fungus.
Beneath louring skies,
aboard choppy waves spray-soaked,
wet-suited, windsurfers strutted their stuff, while
kite surfers preferred the more sheltered harbour.
A lone little egret picked its way along the shallows.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s deliciously authentic tender lamb jalfrezi and savoury rice garnished with fresh coriander with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Saint-Chinian.