Early this morning, Jackie took a walk round the garden with her camera.
She photographed the sunflower recently photographed in bud, now winking at a ceramic owl, then viewed from the Palm Bed and the iron urn.
Two of her prize creations are the petunia-and-verbena-planted hanging basket, one of several whose contents have survived the winter, and the Japanese maple taken as a twig from a gravel path.
Current views of the Pond Bed include her earlier redesigned patch; the first Japanese anemone against the backcloth of such a maple; and another featuring towering verbena bonariensis, now ubiquitous in the garden.
The next three images show a garden view including the grey eryngiums; the black eyed Susans planted in a chimney pot fronting a New Zealand hebe; and the Head Gardener’s beautifully trimmed lawn.
Later, after a trip to Otter Nurseries to buy rose feed, we took a drive into the forest.
Lymington River is tidal. This morning a group of kayakers were leaving it as Jackie drove over the railway level crossing and road bridge, swinging past the algae laden shallows, into Undershore Road. Perhaps they knew their tide tables.
Attracted by the hay bale patterns alongside Shotts Lane, I decamped and photographed more of the verges and an opposite field.
A hazy, layered, view of the Isle of Wight was visible from the shingled beach at the end of Tanners Lane, where skin tones perhaps betrayed who were the visitors, and who the locals having hung their equipment on the barbed wire fence. I wondered what the child had found.
I have decided, for ease of access, from now on to separate the instalments of my autobiography from my normal daily diary. Consequently I later posted https://derrickjknight.com/2021/07/26/a-knights-tale-4-shrapnel-and-air-raid-precautions/
This evening we dined on succulent baked gammon; boiled new potatoes and carrots; moist ratatouille; fried leeks and cabbage, with which Jackie drank more of the Rosé and I drank more of the Shiraz.