With the silence of the morning of warm sunshine belying the chill of the crisp air disturbed only by
the screeching of nesting jackdaws taking up their annual residence in the disused chimney pots, the flapping wings of wood pigeons engaged in the usual ceremonial ritual of chase and feigned refusal, and other males’ familiar courting cries of “U-ni-ted” resounding in the distance, I wandered among the garden shadows,
focussing on a variety which are entitled in the gallery.
Afterwards I recovered the pictures to the following posts:
The first of these required the Attempt Block Recovery route; the other two, Convert to Blocks. If nothing else, these variations keep my brain agile – sort of.
This afternoon, on a forest drive, attracted by the
collection of ancient steam rollers at the entrance to Springhill Nurseries on Shirley Holmes, I almost missed
the model driver and her equally glamorous passenger gracing the truck behind the largest rusting vehicle.
Becky and Ian joined us later and, with three mothers in our party on Mothers’ Day, we all dined at Lal Quilla, where we enjoyed the usual ambience, service, friendly staff, and excellent food. My main course was lamb pathia and I drank Kingfisher. I am now past detailing further details of who ate and drank what.