Early this morning I watched recordings of the Women’s Rugby World Cup matches between New Zealand and Scotland, and between Australia and Wales.
Before this balmy midday Jackie drove us to Tesco for shopping, and on to a forest drive.
The pannage pigs we encountered just outside Burley were Oxford Sandy and Blacks, silently rooting acorns from beneath heaps of fallen leaves.
Further on into the village a cyclist resting on a bench in Pound Lane became the accidental centre of attention for
groups of visitors focussing on wandering ponies.
He was very happy when I quipped “You will appear in lots of photographs”.
As so often, ponies and a foal wandered about the village car park.
This year, possibly, we thought, because of the long summer heat wave drying the soil to the consistency of rock, there has been a dearth of mushrooms in the woodlands, which are now receiving life-giving rainfall.
A cluster around a group of birch trunks in Beechwood Lane is the first such quantity we have seen.
This evening we dined on meaty roasted chicken thighs; crisp Yorkshire pudding; crunchy carrots; firm cauliflower, broccoli and Brussels sprouts, with tasty onion gravy. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Shiraz.