Ally and I shopping to Winchester. Does Bessie want a garden umbrella for her birthday or would that be a white elephant? We decided not to bother. Drove to the Bush at Ovington for lunch [yes, we are addicted to the place]. We had a ploughman's lunch in a corner. Watching the Hampshire debutantes with their glasses of bitter lemon.
England has no equal on a summers day when the temperature is 80 degrees F. This afternoon we sat beneath a tree drinking a large jug of Campari cocktail and writing ridiculous postcards to home.
This evening we had soup made from the Sunday roast lamb and Bessie and I shared a large trout. Delicious.
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