Last night I watched a recording of yesterday’s Rugby World Cup match between Wales and Fiji, and this afternoon that between Argentina and USA.
This morning we took a short drive into the forest.
The leaves of deciduous trees viewed before Sway Tower from South Sway Lane are just trying on autumnal tinges, and some of the field horses now wear their warming rugs in preparation for the colder nights which they have so far been spared.
Known as Peterson’s Folly this iconic edifice is situated on Flexford Lane, on the opposite side of which Judge Peterson built a trial of the building in order to demonstrate the construction capacity of concrete.
The prototype now appears to be a boarded up dovecote
visited by the odd pigeon,
one of which attracted the attention of its white cousin cruising up for
companionable canoodling.
Maybe the dove admiring itself in the conservatory window reflection was considering entering the fray.
While I watched the match Jackie helped Nugget to plant some bulbs.
“Where’s Nugget?” (35).
He allowed her to plant this row of festuca glauca in honour of Mick O’Neill and Bluegrass Parkway.
This evening we dined on old gold smoked haddock; creamy mashed potatoes; piquant cauliflower cheese; crunchy bright orange carrots; and tender green runner beans with which Jackie drank Blue Moon and I drank more of the Malbec.