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In the late morning of this very hot Summer’s day, Jackie drove me to Mudeford Quay. This was the first occasion since my surgery on which I squeezed myself into the car without having been forced to do so by a medical appointment. My Chauffeuse Extraordinaire drove very slowly around the quay and the harbour, stopping on occasion for me to photograph a subject through the passenger seat window.
Departing boats and stationary buoys shimmered on the waves as we arrived;
one gentleman shaded his eyes as, perched on his bag, he watched the activity.
Fishing was undertaken from the quay and from the spit opposite.
Leaving the quay, we cruised along the harbour where swans paddled past moored boats
and a skimming sailboarder.
Squawking black-headed gulls strutted about
beside the dinghy park;
and the sailboarder came into clearer view.
A little dog trotting beside its master paused and urged its mistress to keep up.
I wondered whether two women on a bench were aware that another pair was about to pass in front of them.
We diverted to Avon Beach where I disembarked and leant against the sea wall watching a small boy smoothing a log on the sand. He, and a couple in chairs nearer the shore were oblivious of each other.
Already, well before noon, the beach was filling up with sun-seekers settling into chairs or lying on the sand with varying degrees of protection. Some would undoubtedly regret the exposure tomorrow.
While one gentleman and a boy engaged in bucket and spade activity, another grappled with a crossword.
This evening we dined on pepperoni pizza and plentiful salad.