Since, except when there is no visibility, I always look across at the Isle of Wight when I walk along the cliff top to Milford or Barton on Sea, it is quite fortuitous that the next two of my interchangeable large format photographic prints that I substituted this morning should be of a trip to Shanklin taken by Jackie, Michael, and me in September 1968. This holiday is described in my post 
entitled ‘Mumbai’. The unframed picture of Michael, happily buried in the sand, also illustrates that article.
The water spout drained onto the beach.
It was late in the afternoon before today’s rain stopped. Except that, attracted by the ever-changing light 
over The Solent, and deterred by the muddy footpaths, I returned by the clifftop and the coast road, I took my usual route to Milford on Sea and back. Crows perched on the edge of the cliff before taking off and soaring up above. 
It was a much cooler day and the wind brought a chill from the sea, so walkers were well wrapped up.
The rainfall I had seen earlier falling on the headland to the West, eventually made its way 
across to the Isle of Wight, and I watched the Needles disappear before making my way 
home.
A cow momentarily left off its grazing in order to have a good scratch.
For this evening’s dinner Jackie produced her most edible chilli con carne (recipe) with savoury rice that was a meal in itself, followed by blackberry and apple crumble and clotted cream. She drank Hoegaarden whilst my choice was Castillo san Lorenzo rioja reserva 2009.