This morning I watched recordings of the Women’s rugby World Cup between Scotland and Australia, and between England and France.
Yesterday’s readers will know of my O2 saga. I did not receive the PAC code today, but I did receive two e-mails featuring a survey seeking to know about my satisfaction. Needless to say the scores were minimal, the questions bore no relevance to my leaving, they asked what the purpose of my conversation had been (when I had already detailed it a question or two before) etc., etc.
I made another attempt to transfer photos from my phone to my computer, and failed again so reverted to my tried and tested Canon EOS 5D for the forest drive we took this afternoon.
Our journey began in calm, encouraging, sunshine; gradually the clouds became dark and brooding, large soft raindrops caressed the windscreen, and acorn pistol shots ricocheted from the Modus body.
At the corner of Ringwood Road where overhead trees were reflected in pools along the verges,
another photographer, like me, had disembarked, leaving his Chauffeuse at the wheel, in order to photograph
a string of dripping donkeys
beyond which cows sheltering beneath other trees drew me across the road where
I disturbed a deer which took a good look at me before departing in haste.
As I negotiated the verge to reembark I photographed these acorns and oak leaves floating in ‘a muddy golden pond’ borrowed from https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2022/10/16/golden-pond/
This evening we dined on Jackie’s succulent cottage pie; fried potatoes and onions, crunchy carrots, and tender runner beans, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank Terra Calda Puglia Primitivo 2019. Flo and Dillon ate later.
Now for the good news. This post has been published without any glitches just as I had almost forgotten was normal