Last night I watched the recorded rugby World Cup match between Japan and Samoa; this morning those between New Zealand and Namibia, and between France and Tonga.
I then photographed some examples of our
nasturtiums, blooming until the first frost;
our generous begonias;
our varied dahlias;
our honesty seed pod medallions;
our hardier clematises such as this Polish Spirit;
and our roving Japanese anemones.
Nugget busied himself with his war cries up aloft
Early this evening we drove to Mudeford to catch the sunset.
While the sun was still well above the horizon, the meeting of the two currents between the quay and the Isle of Wight through up violent spray;
gulls glided overhead,
or perched on gravel.
A trio of elegant swans slaked their thirst in the
rippling water of the harbour.
A silhouetted couple left their bench and paused to study their photographs.
Another gentleman stood alongside another seat as the skies glowed gold
then dipped into a pastel palette when a bank of low cloud screened the sun
Later this evening we dined on Jackie’s luscious lamb jalfrezi and savoury rice topped with an omelette. She drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Brouilly.