Jackie began the day by photographing a pair of dripping wood pigeons huddled atop the Weeping Birch before overnight rain had desisted.

As the skies began to brighten we set off on a drive into the forest where the only signs of livestock were

cyclists like these on Sowley Lane, on the verge of which the

Assistant Photographer photographed attractive pink bramble blossom along with fruit not fully formed beside a

potato field in the

process of being sprayed with waterworks which could probably have

inspired Handel.

I spent much of the afternoon recovering one post’s pictures. I could not have got anywhere with it without Wayback. There was no other way to work out which pictures were missing, especially as some of those that were there bore no relevance to the text:

In the event, it was impossible for me to change either the header picture or the category. Although this doesn’t really matter I would have liked to have done both.

This evening we all dined on roast lamb, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, and gravy, followed by Apple Strudel and custard with which Jackie and Becky drank Blossom Hill White Zinfandel 2021, Ian drank Peroni, and I finished the Nerello Mascalese.

Ellie finished off the bone.