This morning, whilst Jackie went shopping, I wandered around the garden waiting for delivery of the garden shed. 
Now that the pink roses on the front trellis have died back, their places have been taken by clematis Mrs N Thompson, honeysuckle, calibrachoa in a hanging basket, and two varieties of trailing nasturtium. 
A marbled white butterfly, swayed on a wind-blown verbena bonarensis
The Ballerina now dances freely at the cleared entrance to the rose garden.
Ground cover, like that provided by this unnamed succulent, is important,
but it is hanging baskets that lift a garden.
Here is a view from the brick path.
This trailing antirrhinum sits nicely above the patch of grass,
and these petunias lead us to The Head Gardener’s Walk,
as others, enlivening the dead Snake Bark Maple, overlook the Heligan Path and beyond.
Sometimes, as with this symphony in orange and red, serendipity intervenes. The orange sunburst beneath the cut plastic container is a clever little device with a thread that fits two litre supermarket water bottles, thus keeping a supply flowing for two days.
As can be seen from this later shot of The Head Gardener’s Walk petunias, Jackie’s shed was delivered and erected this afternoon.
Two splendid Wimbledon tennis matches were televised this afternoon. I watched them both. Serena Williams took just over an hour beat her sister Venus in straight sets. This was closer than the score looks. Andy Murray then had to battle it out for three hours and more, with Ivo Karlovic, to win a four set match. Murray is by no means a small man, but, slugging it out with the six foot eleven Croatian must be the tennis equivalent of a boxing contest with the giant Italian, Primo Carnera, of the 1930s.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s superb sausage casserole (recipe); creamy mashed potato; and crisp carrots, cabbage, and cauliflower. In celebration of her new shed, Jackie drank one of the small bottles of P. Desroches & Cie Brut Champagne Alison had given us. I drank Teroldego Rotaliano superiore riserva,2011.