Evening lights

Oh yes, a proper sun day with time on our hands. I have been watching the end of Le Tour de France, whilst Helena read in her hammock and watched the birds above her in the tree and took pictures of them.

I cooked a bountiful fish pie, which I haven't attempted for many years, and we are now slowly digesting, with wine. The setting sun's rays just reached over the tops of the houses to stroke these Buddleia flowers, which are a glorious colour this year. Now Wallander calls on television, that old strange format for consuming media.