Sunday

A morning walk along the Solent proved industrial and interesting.

We had our picnic lunch at Netley Abbey and then saw Florence on to her train back to London.

Hetty, Henry, Clive and I spent time playing ball which was (for me) surprisingly good fun.

Eldest sent photos from home showing disarray, in the garden, caused by the high winds. They've sorted it out!

Late afternoon was spent watching the men's single final. No interest from me but the boys enjoyed it.

Edit: I got engrossed in the tennis and leapt up when Carlos Alcaraz won!