This was a day of fleeting sunshine, pelting showers, and gusting gale force winds.
So far I am still wearing sandals with no socks. This is because I always continue with this footwear as long as possible; and because it remains difficult to don shoes and socks. When answering the door to a neighbour I managed to drag the front door across the big toe of the more recently operated leg. The ensuing gash – and Jackie – suggested it was time I reverted to more sensible footwear.
Fortunately this morning Jackie and Nugget were able to manage a certain amount of planting – when
the little familiar wasn’t getting under the Head Gardener’s feet.
As usual, Nugget would occasionally zip up to a level at which he felt more equal in stature.
“Where’s Nugget?” (37)
This afternoon we drove to the bank at Lymington where we completed the forms for adding Jackie jointly to my account. Next call was at Ferndene Farm Shop where we acquired three more bags of compost.
We continued into the forest, where, on Burley Road, trees bore increasingly autumnal foliage,
as, less so, did those of Burbush Farm.
Ponies at Thorney Hill seemed to be waiting patiently for
pigs, clad in their own autumn best, making their way along the verges snuffling and sloshing about their business of vacuuming up the acorns for their equine neighbours’ culinary comfort.
This evening we dined on fish cakes – one Thai flavoured with Jackie’s savoury rice, the other cod and parsley with Duchess potatoes; piquant cauliflower cheese, crunchy carrots, and tender runner beans with which The Culinary Queen drank Blue Moon and I finished the Malbec.