The Patience Of A Dog

Dog and sandwiches

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I needed a trip to the bank in New Milton today. As it was a fine frosty morning we took a drive in the forest first and moved on to Friar’s Cliff for big breakfast brunches in the eponymous café.

On the way through Tiptoe we fell in behind a splendid horse and cart. After I had photographed hooves through the car windscreen, Jackie overtook the antique vehicle and stopped further down the road so that I could lay in wait for a full frontal shot.

Holmesley Passage, was bathed in both sunshine

and frost;

as was the still autumnal woodland and the bracken covered moor.

The stream that runs under the road flowed fast over the concrete ford.

Wrapped up and back-packed walkers strode across the moor.

Diners 1

The Friar’s Cliff café was so full that many diners sat outside (remember the dog)

Kayaker

watching the sea, a canoeist kayaking by,

Woman and dog on beach

and dogs frolicking on the beach.

Water and crisps

We are given a slip of paper containing our order number, and wait for the superb, freshly cooked, food. One couple didn’t touch their bottled water and crisps. They, too, were to receive a café meal.

A young mother clutched both her small son and his scooter as she made for the café. She didn’t drop either before she reached her destination.

We admired the patience of a golden haired dog ogling its owners’ bacon sandwiches without moving a muscle.

This evening we dined on fish fingers, chips, onion rings, and baked beans, with which I finished the cabernet sauvignon.

 

Published by derrickjknight

I am an octogenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs. In these later years much rambling is done in a car.

50 thoughts on “The Patience Of A Dog

  1. What a lovely way to travel to do the mundane tasks of banking. I see you hiding at every concealment, waiting for your quota of pics to stand still long enough. Bravo Derrick.

  2. The very idea of being able to dine outside in January blows my tiny mind. I suppose if I donned snow-pants, a down parka, thick boots, a balaclava, and a wool toque and was well fortified with hot rum I could do it in Ottawa. Maybe. Love the name of the water bottle. It sounds like the name of a fine Australian wine. As always, I’m charmed by the photos of the countryside and seaside around your home.

  3. Terrific Blog. Lovely pics. I’ve seen your logo on several other blog sites, especially Cynthia Guenther Richardson’s. Sorry it took me so long to get here. I’m glad I did.

  4. The frosty covered leaves made my mouth open to say, “Wow!” The scenes of misty entwined trees and bracken covered moor were perfectly captured into an enchanting photo montage, Derrick.
    We had a golden dog (mutt blend of German Shepherd with Labrador retriever) who was patient with babies, other dogs and food. 🙂

  5. I could feel the cold sting of salt air sitting at those tables by the sea, What a lovely spot in winter. Thanks for letting us come along.

  6. My daughter is convinced that labradors and retrievers collectively all have Prader Willi Syndrome – your picture of Mr Patience would convince her further ….

  7. The horse and cart brought back memories of time spent in Mere,(think that’s the spelling) Somerset in 1940,

    Mr Martin who with his wife cared for my brother and me when we were ‘vacuees;’ used to take me in his cart, when he went to cut peat for his fire,

    I can still smell the aroma of the faggots, filling the air, when we got back to the house.
    I never smelt them again.

    I doubt I’ll ever get to Friars Cliff for a late ‘brekkie’ but if I do, I’ll certainly know where to go; if I need to….;)

  8. The dog is well trained unless, of course, it grabbed and ran after the photo. That would have been the shot to see. Nice countryside. Looks like western New York today, with some fog for good measure. But the week’s forecast is calling for snow. Drat!

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