Across The Park

Late this morning Jackie drove me to my appointment with Chiropractic Eloise Moody, who showed me the x-rays of my neck and explained their story with the aid of a model. The upshot is that she is able to halt the process, and ease the pain, but not reverse it, which is pretty much what I had hoped for. We began a course of treatment which will continue on Monday.

Afterwards I took a walk through the park opposite. Squelching through sward, still soggy from another night of rain ceased this sunny day

I photographed graffiti across the green, including passers by, a man seated on the brick wall beneath the artwork, and a standing mobile phone user.

The dog of the man in the second picture frolicked with two friends, one of which attempted to snot my trouser leg.

Two friends asked me to photograph them.

I was able to walk from the art-wall through a private car park to Station Road and thence to the public one where my Chauffeuse awaited.

This evening we all dined on slow-roasted rolled breast of lamb; crisp Yorkshire pudding; boiled new potatoes; crunchy carrots; firm Brussels sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower, meaty gravy, mint sauce, and redcurrant jelly, with which Jackie drank more of the white Zinfandel and I drank more of the Garnacha.