Jackie planted a clutch of primulas this morning.
While she was at it she kept tabs on the winter flowering clematis Cirrhosa Freckles,
and the mahonia that has grown into a tree.
She observed an encounter between a snail and an owl;
and admired the burgeoning Daphne Odorata Marginata and the
Chilean lantern tree.
By far the most exciting discovery, however, was that Nugget had become exceedingly frisky, as was his companion who followed him around.
A Mrs Nugget has arrived.
“Where’s Mrs Nugget” in this picture? It is only fair to say that she is not on the feeder, and has her back to us. The Assistant Photographer worked very hard to capture them both in the same shot.
Today I finished reading
Because of the proliferation of pictures in this volume I could do no more that scan them before we set off to The Darbar restaurant in Emsworth where we were to dine with Becky and Ian. I will describe the book and feature the illustrations tomorrow.
We were given a pleasant surprise in that Miche also joined the party and the enjoyable conversation over the meal.
I chose a goat curry the name of which I cannot remember; Jackie’s pick was paneer shashlik. We all shared onion bhajis while Jackie and I shared mushroom rice and a plain paratha. We both drank Cobra, along with Ian and Miche. Becky enjoyed a pomegranate cocktail.. I’m not sure what the others ate.
On our return home we were sent off a closed section of the M27 and diverted into the centre of Portsmouth from which, so confusing were the diversion signs, it took us an hour to escape. The consequence is that it is now 11.15 p.m.