The annual display of hollyhocks in a front garden in Meadway is now well underway. Snapped from this angle for the shade: at least I could see something of what I was doing.
But sad to report, a little further on, on the way to Epsom, two small cedars had succumbed to something or other and two more did not look very healthy. I don't suppose that anyone will get around to replacing them what with austerity and everything else going on.
Did well in Epsom. Three new pairs of spectacles: long range, short range and sunglasses. Plus an assurance that my retinas are in reasonable nick all things considered, this courtesy of some fancy camera which is so expensive that the opticians just rent it. With rental including a metered component.
A couple of blocks of dates, just to be on the safe side, and some experimental figs from Grape Tree. Experimental as figs of this sort can sometimes be too dry and chewy (for me anyway) - not like those from Clapham Junction on a good day, for which see reference 1.
Bread flour at Waitrose looked as if it was back to normal, so a spot of Canadian wholemeal. With extra stone. Plus a spot of Calvados. Plus our first cherries of the season. A bit dear, but they looked quite good and I didn't fancy queueing at the fruit and veg. stall out on the market square. Where, I might say, the stuff is often very cheap - but also not very reliable.
Last but not least, the moan of the day from Kings Place, to vary the diet of Financial Times. From which I am prompted to wonder when, if ever, we will we next be there for some chamber music. Hopefully there will be a next time as we like both the place itself and the surrounding gentrification.
Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2019/08/kensington.html.
Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/03/kings-cross.html.
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