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On a warm and sunny morning a long-awaited visit took place. My blogging friend, the talented writer, Geoff Le Pard, who had spent much of his childhood a mile away from our home, came, with The Textiliste, The Lawyer, and The Beautician, to visit us and our garden. We could not have wished either for better weather or better company.
A relaxed and happy conversation over coffee, tea, and cake, followed the tour of the garden, after which an examination of the before and after albums ensued.
Here, The Textiliste surveys the Rose Garden.
Geoff, in the spirit of the bucket controversy, fished out a hidden one, pretending it had been left out to spoil a panorama.
He is, of course, capable of serious reflection.
The Lawyer and The Beautician strolled around with the rest of us;
here Geoff’s son contemplates the two ladies taking a break.
I did my best to keep the lens away from The Beautician, but the camera wouldn’t behave.
She did, however, get her own back when Geoff and I were posed on a bench. You get a sense of who a person is by what they write on their blog posts. We knew we would get on well.
Early this evening we took another trip to Tanner’s Lane salt marshes to take advantage of the clear light, lower in the sky than a couple of days ago. The tide was out.
A wind surfer was in a bit of trouble;
a couple walked hand in hand along the shingle;
a man wielding a metal detector passed Billy Tanner’s grounded boat;
and a yacht passed the Isle of Wight.
On our return home we enjoyed a plentiful salad meal with various cold meats and cheeses. Jackie drank her Hoegaarden and Bavaria mix, whilst I drank water.