Once light began to filter over Downton pre-dawn this morning
pink-tipped clouds were visible over Christchurch Road, until
eventually sun-up stirred the wood pigeons to emerge onto their customary perches
on our garden’s copper beech
and into canoodling on the telegraph wires facing the house. Usually the avian ladies play hard to get, but one gentleman struck lucky today.
This afternoon I set about culling once more. If I could find them I would keep only the deer from
similarly I will only keep Sam in the Den in Summer ’85 and those from Flo onwards in
I will only keep the book cover photograph from
Long term readers will be familiar with
referred to in the above post link. Those who do not know it may not be surprised to know that I have retained all the pictures.
Later, I read a little more of ‘The Brontës’, until Elizabeth visited for a cup of tea and a chat.
As my sister was leaving, the crescent moon was paying his respects to Venus.
This evening we dined on breaded Southern fried chicken, baked gammon, cauliflower cheese, carrots, and runner beans with which I finished the Fleurie.