A summer saturday

The shopping is done, the washing is on the line, and I am now in shorts and t shirt, having set up the “outside office” as it is such a beautiful day. I got some very fine pictures while walking to and from the Hardwick Estate to do my shopping. I will soon by tuning into some cricket commentaries on the net (although the spoiled brat millionaires have finished their season in the f-game, there is lower division playoff action which in the minds of those who control scheduling at the BBC trumps T20 cricket).

I will conclude the very brief text portion of this post with what is going to become my equivalent of  “delenda est Carthago”: If you have not already liked www.facebook.com/GreatAuction please do so.

To think that some local government numpty thought that this land could be built on! Note that this is just an ordinary high tide, not a storm surge.
To think that some local government numpty thought that this land could be built on! Note that this is just an ordinary high tide, not a storm surge.
With the fine weather, boats are once again making use of the jetty
With the fine weather, boats are once again making use of the jetty
The Outside Office at my humble abode.
The Outside Office at my humble abode.
One for the botanists to puzzle over - these flowers grow just outside Hardings Pits.
One for the botanists to puzzle over – these flowers grow just outside Hardings Pits.
The Purfleet on a summer's day.
The Purfleet on a summer’s day.

Summer is here

Yesterday was a beautiful day in King’s Lynn. After a morning walk (see pictures at the end of this post), I set up outside on my little wooden decking area with cricket on the Radio, and spent virtually the entire day in the open air (for the first time this year it was warm and sunny enough late into the evening that I ate supper sitting outside).

Although rain earlier in the week had spoiled a lot of this round of championship matches  a couple remained interesting to the end. In the game at Lords, Lancashire looked like they might escape with a draw until Ashwell Prince was out playing a dreadful shot. This led to Lancashire being all out with a lead that they could not defend, and it took Middlesex less than five overs to complete the task of knocking off 3o to win. Meanwhile on the other side of the Thames, Graeme Smith’s first century in Surrey colours set them up for a successful chase of 264, which was duly completed with four wickets to spare.

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