The Pond. Again.

I walked down the first fairway of the golf course for a sit by the pond. The morning felt fresh and cool compared with the inevitable heat that was due to follow today.

Later I was engrossed in the wheelchair tennis final - what skill. And started to watch the mens' final. when it looked like the outcome was inevitable I popped round to the neighbours who had once again kindly invited me round for a barbecue Sunday roast. Delicious with a good chat. 

Thanks Rowan and Gary.