This morning we enjoyed bright sunshine with cotton clouds and fierce 50+ m.p.h. winds which set the clouds scudding at speed;
the slender weeping birch twigs swaying;
the water filling all the containers like rugs and wheelbarrows rippling;
stripped all but the more resistant last leaves from the copper beech;
rustling the foliage of all shrubs and trees around the garden.
Although some of the hostas have died back there has been no frost to jellify the nasturtiums;
even bees are still at work;
roses, Blue Ming Marvellous campanula, and hydrangeas linger on.
Before a shopping trip to Tesco, we drove down to the coast at Milford on Sea in order to have a look at the waves.
Visitors flocked in to enjoy the snow storm of flying sea foam coating the pebbles, the rocks, and the surface of the Solent.
Soon my specs, viewfinder and lens were completely blurred by the white balls, making clear images impossible. It is a wonder that I caught any of these.
I gave up and, leaning into the oncoming gusts, trudged back to the car so Jackie could drive us along to my next hoped-for vantage point. My camera refused to cooperate so Jackie
produced these shots of kite surfers and The Needles.
Later, I posted
This evening we all dined on Jackie’s wholesome cottage pie; crunchy carrots; firm Brussel’s sprouts; tender runner beans, and meaty gravy with which the Culinary Queen drank Zesty, and I finished the Shiraz.