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Jackie carried out much knowledgeable weeding and planting this morning, whilst I cleared up the discards and conveyed them to the compost pile.
The early sun lit libertias standing in the Weeping Birch Bed,
and enlivened the burgeoning Rose Garden.
Various clematises,
including this wonderfully scented Montana festooned over the front wall;
the weigela winding down the south fence;
ubiquitous aquilegias;
the pink rambler on the front garden trellis;
borders everywhere, like this corner sporting campanulas, libertia, and geraniums Ingwersen’s Variety,
and the long Back Drive hosting splendid golden irises, relished their welcome refreshment.
A fly alighted on one of the front tub’s primroses.
This afternoon I added a little more to my biography of an era including me. I now have a working title: ‘A Knight’s Tale’. I took more text, and
this photograph from ‘A Sneaky Weekend’
I then made some prints from recent posts for Louisa.
After this I joined Jackie in the weeding, concentrating my efforts on uprooting the more obvious infiltrators, namely the smelly white alliums, clinging ladies’ bedstraw, and golden buttercups occupying the wrong beds.
This evening, there being no table available at the Crown in Everton, we dined at the Smugglers’ Inn at Milford on Sea. Having starters was a mistake. The platefuls were excellent. Mine contained battered whitebait, plentiful fresh salad, and thick wedges of equally fresh bread. Jackie received a huge plateful of bread and olives. Each serving was a meal in itself. An even bigger mistake was, in my case, ordering succulent sirloin steak, still more fresh salad, a mountain of perfect chips, onion rings, and fried onions, mushrooms and tomatoes. Jackie was treated to a huge bowl of cannelloni. more salad, and an equal number of chips to mine. Neither of us could finish our food, and we did not require a look at the dessert menu. The food was, I hasten to add, all extremely good, and the service impeccable. We both reminisced that, in our prime, we would have managed all this. Jackie drank Amstel, and I drank Doom Bar..