None So Brazen

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Autumn tidying in the garden produced enough clippings to warrant a trip to the Efford Recycling Centre. In exchange for two bags of these and £4 we returned with four firm chair cushions for raising the front passenger seat, and a plinth for the owl in the new arbour.

Hatchet Pond 1Hatchet Pond 2

Towards the end of the afternoon we drove through the forest and stopped at Hatchet Pond

Gulls over Hatchet Pond

where gulls occasionally took off after food,

Donkey being petted 2

and donkeys attempted to share visitors’ refreshments.

Donkey being petted 1

When I asked the group in a camper van if they minded the photographs, the gentleman, beaming, replied: “I don’t mind. It’s not my donkey”.

Highland Water 1

Approaching Brockenhurst on our way home, we deviated to that extension of Highland Water that flows under the A337.

Trees and shadows

Shadows were cast beneath the trees.

Family at Highland Water 1

A family and a couple lingered, enjoying the last rays of sunshine.

Tree roots and family at Highland Water

Tried not to trip over tree roots, probably laid bare when the stream has been in spate.

Please take your litter home

The usual samples of litter had been left behind, none so brazen as this.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s luscious lamb cobbler, new potatoes, carrots, and Brussels sprouts.  The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Graves.

68 thoughts on “None So Brazen

  1. I’m pleased to hear the owl is getting its own plinth. Are the first two photos shown in black and white or is it the time of day – I like them very much, especially the first one with the play of light!

  2. Your black and white photos were outstanding Derrick, and humbug I detest litterbugs, I’m afraid they’re laziest of human’s and there’s absolutely no excuses for such behaviour …

  3. You’ve cleared up one thing (almost) – which I shall not remember of course: Is it Brussel’s Sprouts, or Brussels’s Sprouts, or Brussels Sprouts, or Brussel Sprouts , or Brussels Sprouts or what the heck…? The word checker will not allow me not to capitalise the B of Brussels. Oh – as you see dear Crossword Man – the stress of life…

  4. If I live to be a 100, I shall never understand anybody who can leave litter in a place as beautiful as that. I don’t even leave it in places that are already strewn with litter. Either you add to the chaos of the world or you make the choice not to do that.

  5. When I rule the world I will make it a priority to catch litter bugs and make them eat the litter they left. Yes, this includes dog owners.

    The way round the Brussels Sprouts issue is to use the Nottingham term “knobby greens”. 😉

  6. Great post, Derrick. That donkey face is so cute! I love thinking of you wandering about, meeting people, and getting gems like “not my donkey.” Such fun. – Re: litter – I judge litterers very harshly. It is disrespectful and lazy. I am often seen running down the road with my dog and a bag of her poop. My husband goes out with a trash bag and cleans up the streets. It is just occurring to me that we might be the town crazies. lol

  7. Another trip to the countryside and seeing the ‘wildlife’ – you always have my attention, Derrick!

    (I never heard of lamb cobbler – maybe the Culinary Queen could do a post one day?!!

  8. Beautiful photos, Derrick, and I love the black & white of clouds and water. Sometimes color does not quite do justice to a scene.

    I am so sorry about those litterbugs. We have them here too.

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