Wednesday.

Yesterday afternoon we decided to go to a garden centre we hadn't tried lately, to see if we could find some small alpines for our sink garden. Qualified success. Bought a small dianthus for the sink garden, a trailing lavender (to trail over the edge of the sink), and Ann was beguiled by a begonia, dallied with a dahlia, and finally carried off a carnation (rather handsome, deep red ,  large flowered and not for the sink garden).
 Top photo is of a Suffolk meadow fairly near garden centre.

We then decided (after all our other hard deciding at the garden centre) to treat ourselves to a cuppa at an upstairs tea shop that overlooks Mistley Quay. Took above snapshot from our table. We both had tea, accompanied in Ann's case by a fruit scone and in mine by a cheese scone. Ann said (with perfect truth) that the scones weren't a patch on hers. Quite agreed - should have said it first, I suppose, as a good and supportive husband; but (in all honesty) I think that the only slight drawback to my cheese scone was that there was possibly a touch too much mustard in the mix, and I'm not sure that that wasn't what my Norfolk Grandmother would have called 'a fault on the good side'.

Took the above photo from our table and through the window in the middle snapshot. The tide was full and shows Suffolk across the river Stour looking North (we were on the Essex side).