Across the pond

Bored with all these technical problems, I picked up my camera and went on to the terrace. Below is the view of the beach. It is a sultry early summer day and the heat haze obscures the view to Portland Bill, but otherwise I cannot complain.

The aged beech tree in my garden, which I feared was dead, has finally greened.

The geraniums are not yet past their best.

And the early evening sun shining through the trees makes this picture a little less boring than most pictures of washing on the line. And at least it shows we are doing our bit against global warming by not using the tumble drier.