On this largely overcast drizzle-drip-day succumbing to one brief heavy downpour after lunch, my only outing was for a successful chiropractic session with Eloise, before which I photographed a series of images of the garden
from similar vantage points through upstairs windows, focussing on the golden blooms of Arthur Bell; the red climber near the eastern fence; the red lanterns pendent from the Chilean tree; the spiky-leaved cordyline Australis, whose buds show its heady scent will soon pervade our flourishing plot; and a more distant red rhododendron.
Thereafter I lost myself in Jane Eyre.
This evening we dined on tender roast lamb, gravy and mint sauce; a cheese scone; boiled new potatoes; carrots, cauliflower, broccoli stems; and green beans, all perfectly cooked by the Culinary Queen.