Little F strikes out across the River Thames.
Loads of bees and butterflies in the garden this year. Loads and loads.
RAF Benson had an air show for family day yesterday. The low-level Tornado wasn’t quite as loud as it was in 2011 but still ear-ringingly close. However, it was the Chinoock that stole the show. Awesome!
For the past two (and a bit) years, 3 days (sometimes 5) each week, my commute to work has been by bike.
This week is the last. So I’ve been making the most of it by going off-road along a bridleway that follows the route of an old Roman road between Dorchester and Alchester.
I’m going to miss it.
We think the base concrete is solid enough.
Ace BBQ by Martin. Perfect way to end the hotest day of the year (until the next ‘hotest day of the year’).
D and F (F floating behind) demonstrating the correct use of a body board when the sea is dead calm.
At south beach, Studland.
Warmer than when we were last here.
The garden in July. Fay’s been busy.
Some serious pruning nearly caused a disaster — but the little pigeon’s nest was quickly re-sited. Watch this space for updates. In the meantime, here’s the post-pruned front garden.
Code reading. Or, reading code.
As you may be beginning to appreciate, I love this view.
The tree was very unhappy. Brown, dry, dropping needles. So it went. To be replaced by something more Birch-like. The surgeon left us some memories, each engraved with an initial.
After some lessons at school (Pizza-toast anyone?) H gets in some serious practice for Master Chef. First lesson: you need to turn the hob on.