While I was seated in the sitting room this morning, blinded by bright sunshine reflected from Jessie’s present of a solar light creating its own moon and star-scape, I became inspired to wander round the house playing
a little light music.
After lunch I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2021/11/21/a-knights-tale-68-the-mans-fingers-still-clutched-the-ball/
Otherwise much of the day was spent clearing my desk and other areas of our entrance hall, in readiness for the start on the floor tomorrow.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s Special Foo Yung; Angela’s flavoursome spring rolls; and Co-op pork spare ribs, followed by mince pies and ice cream; with which Jackie drank more of the non-alcoholic sparkling rosé while I drank Pierre Jaurant Special Edition Merlot 2020.
As Jessie left this morning to return home to Primrose Hill, Jackie and I drove to Elizabeth’s to wait for a Parcel Force delivery while she kept a hospital appointment.
We took a minor diversion through the forest on our way home.
Groups of pigs from the verges and the greens of Pilley converged on the sward carpeted with silver birch catkins which they crunched with the delight of a child chomping on his Rice Crispies breakfast cereal.
A llama pricked up its ears as I approached its field at East End, where
donkeys dawdled up the road, pausing to sample prickles along the way.
While at Elizabeth’s I read more of ‘Our Mutual Friend’ and this afternoon scanned three more of Charles Keeping’s inimitable illustrations.
‘The train rattled among the hose-tops’ gave the artist scope to display his perspective skills.
‘They began driving among low-lying water-side wharves and docks’
‘Bella and Mrs Boffin took a good long look and one another’
Before dinner we drove out to Hatchet Pond in order to Photograph the sunset.
During the afternoon Jackie received, delivered by Amazon, a very generous gift from Jessie, who had enjoyed the solar lights.
As soon as we arrived home she dashed out to plant and photograph the treasure. Thank you very much, Jessie.
This evening we reprised yesterday’s roast dinner with similar beverages.
Our first, albeit mild, frost of the season left a few fingermarks on the garden this morning.
Despite its leaving specks of icing on the solar lamps with their suitably frosted design, throughout the day we enjoyed enough sunlight, such as that burnishing our remaining beech leaves, for us to be justified in anticipating a little more overnight twinkling. The pond is yet to freeze.
The nasturtium leaves that proudly cupped raindrop bubbles bow down in flaccid surrender;
and the rhododendrons had second thoughts about budding.
Margaret Merrill remained coolly unperturbed.
This afternoon I placed the Dead End Path section into the garden album, and printed the Oval Path and Elizabeth’s bed selection of photographs.
In order to track down a Chinese takeaway open this Monday evening Jackie was forced into a real hunter gatherer foray. Eventually she lit upon The Happy Wok in Pennington whose windows were themselves lit. We enjoyed the meal with which I drank more of the Bardolino.