Four chickens came our way but they had difficulty getting into the tree to roost so I made them this. Hopefully, tonight’s ascent will not be punctuated with screeches of discontent as they tumble back to earth:

Orlando at work:

Pirate Ship:

Rosabelle and chick:

Mamiechou’s rainbow:

Elodie’s drawing:

An amazing evening. I’ve never seen the sea so still or so welcoming. A vast lagoon stretching from Selsey to West Wittering, teeming with horses being ridden bareback, pensioners in kayaks, lithe paddleboarders, and swimmers of all sizes and ages. The water was so benign, many of the floating bodies were grouped together, engrossed in conversation. I returned for a second swim, and didn’t want it to end, which has never happened before in the English Channel.

Ms Wilko-Barbie, about to emerge from her cake, dressed only in cling film from the waist down:

This is one of the cherries the blackbirds didn’t get: