Last night I watched a recording of Saturday’s breathtaking rugby match between Wales and South Africa; after lunch today the soporific contest between Scotland and Argentina.
Bright sunshine had taken me into the rather cold garden this morning.
Winter pansies and trailing ivy adorn hanging baskets on the sitting room walls.
and Japanese maples brighten several vistas.
Surprises include lingering snapdragons
and nascent honeysuckle.
Ubiquitous flamboyant fuchsias continue to flounce among the beds.
Clematises needing warmer weather have died back from the gazebo, but the Cirrhosa Freckles will enliven their support right through until spring.
Carpet roses, like this one in the Weeping Birch Bed, pile on the blooms.
Serpentine stemmed bobbles of Japanese anemones cavort before a spider web in the Rose Garden.
A few crinkly leaves are still to fall from the copper beach;
the Weeping Birch has shed all hers.
Being possessed of our one joint good knee, it fell upon Jackie to fit a new toilet seat in the print room.
This evening we dined on Jackies’s splendid lamb jalfrezi with savoury rice followed by profiteroles. My wife drank Hoegaarden; sister Elizabeth drank Hop House lager; and I drank Tesco’s finest Médoc 2016.