Unplanned, it turned out to be a week in flowers, but if you’re a horticultural expert, be prepared for some facepalm moments. I’m no expert. I have named the ones I think I can identify but might have strayed from the path of accuracy. I shall be delighted to have more of these specimens identified or to have my guesses corrected.
There was a significant birthday in the family this week (not mine), and we went out to a pub for a meal. We found a shaded spot to enjoy the sun, close to where the purply-pink flowers below were thriving in a sheltered corner. A building storm had flattened any that put their heads out into the face of the wind.
Taking a different sort of battering, the birthday boy risked indigestion with a house speciality, a high-rise creation of many layers, held up by wooden stakes, and accompanied by giant slabs of deep-fried potato — a dish misleadingly named “Cheeseburger & chips”. Delicious but enough in one serving to feed all of us for a week.
Battering in another sense arrived later in the week...
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