Dawn came knocking early this morning just giving me time to grab my dressing gown and hasten downstairs for my camera.
I was permitted a very few minutes in which to photograph her delights
before her soft pinks and magenta blushes succumbed to deep indigo blues.
silhouetting the oscillating tresses of the Weeping Birch.
Late this afternoon it was touch and go whether the cloud blanket would be lifted enough for us to view more rosy tints.
Hope was revealed along Lymington Road en route to Highcliffe
where pink fingers traced their way between the cloud blankets;
a spaniel tugged at its lead on the promenade;
and Jackie photographed the photographer while sun still lit the bench.
As we left Highcliffe the house and street lighting was strung across the bay.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s piquant cauliflower cheese; flavoursome fish pie; sautéed leeks; and bright orange crunchy carrots, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Saint-Chinian.