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Here is a lace cap hydrangea in our front garden.
This morning, Jackie drove us to Eyeworth Pond and back. This lies beyond the Royal Oak at Fritham.
A group of friendly teenagers perched on a bank.
Behind them was a carpet of waterlilies.
The group were very happy to have their photograph taken. I gave them the blog details and said they were welcome to take copies. (I hope you enjoy them, folks.)
There was not as much avian activity here as there had been during nest-building time, but I did manage to catch
and a duck steering her two ducklings around the pond.
Someone had left birdseed on a gatepost. This was quite handy for photography.
The chaffinch stepped so gingerly on the gravel that it reminded me of
Becky at Iwade in August 1972.
As I concentrated on the ungainly chaffinch a clattering behind me alerted me to a fast-moving string of ponies passing along the path.
After a while they returned. One, in the foreground here, laid claim to a clump of bracken.
Others who dared approach were given the evil eye, squeaked, and backed off. Just as I was about to focus on its gentle orb, the bravest was given a resounding headbutt by the creature with the mouthful of ferns. The assailant really batted the victim. There was a resounding crack, the hopeful horse staggered off, and I was relieved not to have been noticed.
This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s fish and chips, pickled gherkins and pickled onions. I finished the Côtes du Rhône.