Taking advantage of the diffused light afforded by this morning’s oppressive sunless heat I chose to focus on the garden. It was not
until I left the house, having initially aimed my lenses from the windows upstairs, shortly after 10 a.m., that I realised the full impact of this still, silent, atmosphere on my breathing capacity.
The pictures containing bees were all produced while resting on benches in the Rose Garden. I soon returned to the house.
Jackie herself was not hampered by breathing difficulties and remained working in the shade all morning. All pictures bear titles in their galleries, one in each of which provides a clue of this reprisal of an earlier game series.
In the interests of vainly trying to stem the increasing numbers of pictures in my iPhotos collection I removed all those featuring in
and saved just one appearing in
They all stay in the posts.
Later, I read more of ‘England in the Later Middle Ages’.
This evening we dined on pork spare ribs in barbecue sauce on Jackie’s savoury rice, with which she drank more of the rosé and I drank more of the Merlot.