It is good I’m keeping a record of all the recent dry days. Reminds me of how dry the plants might be getting.
I had a rather awake night where I watched one or two episodes of High Country. It’s not just the plot that interests but some of the photography is very scenic.
I was up fairly early for me, on a Sunday, and walked H at Pangbourne for a while. It was a warm morning and the sun was warm between my shoulders. But the meadows were peaceful and quiet despite a flotilla of paddle boards departing from the Dolphin Centre.
We returned home to allow me a little time to catch up on jobs before leaving for Oxford Hawks Hockey Club where George was playing in matches for Oxford Talent Academy ages 14-18. He is a goalie and it seems two have to travel as part of the squad which means they each play for half a match. I’m each match, of which there were several.
The hockey was fast and furious and enjoyable to watch. These days, I am more familiar with the location, so for once, I did not get lost. The sun was warm and it was all very pleasant.
Dave left G in my hands to chauffeur home, whilst he went ahead to meet Fleur and the other Swifties at Heathrow upon their return from Milan. I think Ali was returning to Streatley, by other means in the Webb car whilst F and Dave travelled to Oundle. There, F is attending a hockey coaching course. It’s all go for Fleur. Now school is out for her. G has another two weeks to go.
I returned home for left over boureki and for H. The boureki was a bit short of mint, but did the job. Tracey had left me some eggs which was a very timely delivery.
H was only reasonably pleased to see me I was not flattened in the process of the usual ‘you have been out ages, what gave you been up to?’
I had decided not to commit myself to watching the Euros final. Perhaps I should have done because the England football team might have broken with tradition and actually won something. However it was not to be. There was a certain restless nous Iness in the neighbourhood which is unusual for Moulsford.
It was apparent when England scored because a roar could be heard from the distant Pavilion, or somewhere similar.
Thought for the Day
We are going to have to try, try again.
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