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The pale pastel pink and blue skies that Dawn ushered in this morning showed a certain amount of promise. But she was only kidding. Within half an hour or so, she slid a slate canopy over our heads, and steady rain set in.
We paid a visit to Gordleton Barn where we found a new idea for our fireplace. we will ask Baz to vet it tomorrow.
Obviously I made a few more photographs of the artefacts on display.
A tributary of the River Avon runs under Silver Street, the home of the barn.
On one side of the winding road lies Gordleton Mill, the race of which speedily rushed along.
On the other, a couple of woolly sheep snuffled among the sodden leaves.
By late afternoon, the canopy had, albeit temporarily, been retracted, enabling a fine sunset,
tingeing houses on the Isle of Wight, to put in an appearance over Milton on Sea.
A small group enjoyed the shoreline,
others preferred the clifftop.
It is not unusual for Jackie to spot a potential view and sit in the car willing me to turn and see it. This was the case with this boat on the horizon. She yelled at me from her Modus. Naturally, I grabbed the opportunity. Neither of us realised that the vessel was visible approaching the sunbeams in my earlier shots.
For our dinner this evening, Jackie supplemented a second sitting of yesterday’s Chinese takeaway with shredded duck, cucumber, spring onions, and pancakes, with which I drank more of the Chilean Shiraz first opened a couple of days ago.