CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED
This morning we drove to New Milton to buy Jackie a bag to carry her overnight stay requirements for our trip to Bicester tomorrow. We then continued to Friars Cliff where we brunched in the Beach Hut Café.
There are two rows of beach huts there – one on the promenade above the beach level, and the other further down. These colourful buildings brighten such areas.
Long shadows were evident even just before midday.
A gull perched on a post catching what warmth there was from the sun piercing the clouds.
and their owners
crossed each other’s paths
on the sand.
At one end of the lower level of beach huts
sat a couple of women, so well insulated from the chill air that Jackie cried “You can’t keep a good Brit down”, which they appreciated.
On the way home .we diverted to Mudeford
where gulls paddled in the shallows at low tide.
Of the several boats
tethered or grounded
in the harbour one was overturned.
Others fronted the moored yachts
and the quayside buildings.
Branches were spectacles on the sand.
On the sea front’,
having missed the boat that was stocking crabs on the van for Brixham,
for possible treats;
they would have enjoyed the great slabs of Spanish omelette that Jackie conjured from the seemingly entire contents of a greengrocer’s stall bound by the massed clutches of multiple brooding hens. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the malbec.