Martin and Jackie spent several hours between them this morning weeding and clearing; I chipped in with some of each and mostly dead heading, largely concentrating on
the Rose Garden, of which I wish I could convey the scents.
After lunch I recorded the general scenes, as usual titled in the galleries.
View east from Heligan Path. Where’s Martin?
This evening we dined on Jackie’s succulent beef and onion pie; boiled potatoes; crisp cauliflower and carrots; tender green beans; and meaty gravy, with which the Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Douro.