English Summer

Today it's finally summer in England. The sky is clear and blue, and the thermometer is inching up toward 28°C (or 80°F). Yesterday, on my walk around the castle, the air hummed with the sound of tractors at work on the grain harvest. Yesterday evening, we had a cookout at Clara's sister's house—lamb and sausage kebabs, tabouli, strawberries and blueberries with cream—and this afternoon we're looking forward to a farewell visit to the beer garden at the Tipperary Inn. Meanwhile, here's a photograph I had meant to include in my post on Chichester. These lovely summery-looking light pastel houses stand on the road that leads into town from Fishbourne. If only there weren't so many cars spoiling the view.