Our Waterboy feature had been reduced to a mere trickle by the narrow pipe feeding the fountain from the pump being clogged up. Jackie spent much of
the morning clearing the blockages and restoring normal working order.
I dozed over an Iris Murdoch for most of this very hot day until 5 p.m. when I
adjudged it cool enough for a walk around the garden with my camera. These images all bear titles in the gallery.
Jackie had slept upstairs for a couple of hours, and, refreshed, suggested a drive to Puttles Bridge to investigate the condition of Ober Water, which,
although far shallower than usual contained just enough liquid for
a dog chasing a stick to create a splash.
Unfortunately the first thing I saw as I disembarked in the car park had been
a heap of discarded rubbish. There is of course a bin nearby.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy paprika pork served with boiled potatoes and tender runner beans, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Shiraz.