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Most of our roses are now in bloom.
We have, for example, Laura Ford;
and, sharing the blue painted arch with Madame Alfred Carière, Summer Wine;
whilst the pink ones at the front are beginning to festoon the trellis.
A couple of times in recent days, when we haven’t had time to stop, we have seen ponies in the forest attached to very young, limpet-like foals, their Pelham puppet legs only just out of the box. Today we went in search of some. For the first hour we saw none. It is a Bank Holiday weekend, and Jackie speculated that the parents had led their babies off into the forest for their protection from grockles and their groping fingers.
All we encountered was lowing cattle leading their larger offspring across our path.
Then, at last, on the moor along the Beaulieu/Brockenhurst road, our patience was rewarded.
This mare and her foal were part of a larger group, initially keeping their distance.
The mother decided to lead her infant away from the others,
but, despite an abrupt change of direction, couldn’t shake off the determined member of a smaller breed who was clearly well imprinted, so,
in a vain attempt to escape, she initiated her lanky infant into the arts of traffic control.
The rest of the team loyally followed.
Further on, its mother close enough, another young pony dared to be inquisitive.
It jerked to its feet when she moved a few metres away, reached the safety of her flanks,
and stood, chomping, alongside the mare.
This evening we dined at Royal China in Lymington, where we enjoyed the usual excellent food with very friendly service. We shared chicken satay, king prawns in a chilli sauce, and plain chow mein with bean shoots; and both drank Tsingtao beer.