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This splendidly spring-like day was conducive to more autumn tidying in the garden, after which we went for a drive in the forest.
We hadn’t been down Pauls Lane before. We hoped we wouldn’t meet anyone approaching from the opposite direction.
From a little further on we noticed that, despite the temperature in the teens, all the horses in a field were wearing their winter rugs. There was just room, on a bend, for Jackie to squeeze the Modus onto a bend for me to take these photographs.
Ponies sheltered under the trees outside the entrance to Settorn’s Caravan and Camping site.
One must have trampled on
this group of toadstools.
Burley was so congested with traffic that we struggled to find a spot in the car park.
The families of visitors made us realise that it was half-term.
Previous posts about this village have mentioned the focus on witches, none less than on the approach to Halloween, as demonstrated by this cleverly carved pumpkin. ‘Witchcraft’ tells the tales of the legends of Burley.
A Coven of Witches was a great draw for many.
New Forest Cycle Hire was doing even brisker business than usual.
This gentleman towed a trailer.
One could imagine that small children having first selected their favourite ice cream flavour,
and stood containing themselves while the purchase was made,
might have had difficulty not rushing into the neighbouring Country Wines. This shop sported a notice on the open door indicating that the cones were not welcome inside.
It was definitely a day for ice creams.
Perhaps this lad needed to consume his before entering the 18th Century home of A Coven.
Others licked theirs on the move.
As we left the village the Burley Wagon Rides customers were being returned to base.
A mile or so later a pair of piglets snuffled among the mast.
This evening we dined on Hordle Chinese Take Away’s flavoursome fare, with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Corbieres