On a sun-bright, finger-tingling afternoon we drove to Mudeford where I wandered for a while.
Fishing paraphernalia including coiled ropes, piled crab pots, bright buoys and rust-red chains lay neatly on the concrete and gravel area. Someone with a sense of national colours had placed a a child’s bright red and blue hat on an overturned white rowing boat.
There were plenty of socially distanced walkers, some casting long shadows.
A couple watched by a man sailing a dinghy passed the beach huts opposite; two others crunched along the shallows where
a young man photographed the still floundering capsized sailboat;
so did I, and Jackie focussed on the derelict rowing boat beside it.
A small group of cottages with good views of the sea are perched upon the quay itself.
Three silhouettes were working on some boats; others, with tinkling masts, were moored for the winter.
Jackie also photographed the open shore line, and pictured me, wings spread to aid balance while negotiating undulating potholes.
Early this evening Richard from Kitchen Makers visited to fix a leak in the kitchen waste pipe. He insisted on coming right away and refused payment, regarding this as after sales service. So service is not completely dead.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy chicken jalfrezi, boiled basmati rice, and parathas, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Macon.
Today was sunny and warmer. I made my way this morning down to Roger’s footpath and back. This was more of a hobble than a ramble, but the swelling on the knee has subsided and I have left off the Ibuprofen.
To be found in the verges of Downton Lane are:
and drink cans, like this one from Budweiser which will soon be nestling in ladies’ bedstraw.
We have blue celandines in the garden, where
Jackie has continued work on the new bed,
and we have erected a plastic chain to enhance the barrier at the end of the drive. This seems at least to have deterred a plumber’s van.
When the tits give them a chance, chaffinches are now visiting the bird feeders.
This afternoon Jackie drove us to Lymington Hospital for my pre-assessment to see whether I am fit for surgery for the fasciectomy. After completion of a questionnaire, checking of blood pressure and pulse rate; measuring height and weight and calculating BMI; taking swabs from nostrils and groin to check for MRSA; applying an ECG; taking blood tests; and anything else I might have forgotten, it seems that I am. The operation should take place some time in April.
Elizabeth came for a visit and, later, we drove off to Lymington’s Lal Quilla in our separate cars, and enjoyed the usual excellent meal and friendly service, including a chat with the chef who really loves his work. My meal was king prawn naga and special fried rice. We all had onion bhajis for starters and drank Kingfisher.