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This week we have enjoyed three fine days. Tomorrow with also be fine. Today it drizzled most of the time. This, however, did not phase John Jones, an artist friend who had planned to depict the garden and was duly delivered by Paul Clarke this morning.
John happily became ensconced in the greenhouse where he drew until lunchtime. He didn’t seem to mind the cockerel following progress.
Jackie laid on a splendid lunch of cauliflower and stilton soup, crusty bread, cold meats salad, and cheese and biscuits.
Afterwards John applied watercolour.
Remembering what I was always prone to do when painting, I instructed the painter not to dip his brush in his tea.
“How exciting!” observed Jackie. “An artist in my greenhouse”.
Despite his difficult vantage point, John managed to produce excellent compositions in pencil,
and in watercolour.
As, early this evening, we drove John to New Milton to catch the train to his home in Southampton, the rain had stopped and,
especially across Christchurch Bay, the sun blazed in the sky.
Walkers strode along the cliff path at Milford on Sea.
The Isle of Wight was in clear view.
It seemed as if the crumbling edge is further approaching the pedestrian thoroughfare.
This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s fish and chips, pickled onions and gherkins. I finished the Cairanne.
P.S. Note Jackie’s reply to paolsoren in comments for the soup recipe