Waiting For A Bus

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This afternoon, Jackie drove us around the forest.

On the outskirts of Brockenhurst a troop of cattle exercised their right to hold up the traffic.

River Lymington

Over Lymington River

Swing over Lymington River

a swing has been suspended from a tree bearing

a lengthy lichen-laden limb kept out of the water by a complicated system of rigging.

Pool and reflections

A pool is filling up on the other side of the road.

Crow on shrub

Wherever we go we are likely to see a crow perched high enough to explain the term ‘a crow’s nest’.

This one could observe ponies chomping whilst waiting for a bus.

Ponies on moor 1

I was just thinking how sleepy one of the animals looked, when it turned and yawned in my direction.

An isolated individual had no competition for the grazing on the other side of the road.

Sun, tree, pool

At East Boldre, the sight of the sun behind a tree mirrored in a pool,

 

encouraged us to return in time to watch the sun drop down below the horizon

and deepen the red, gold, and indigo hues above.

Ponies keeping the grass down here were oblivious of the beauty above.

This evening we dined on fishcakes, one Thai, and one parsley and cheese, served on a bed of onions, peppers, tomato, and garlic; with runner beans, carrots, and cauliflower. Jackie drank Hoegaarden, and I finished the Malbec.

54 thoughts on “Waiting For A Bus

  1. I do so love your New Forest. Still unsure why I haven’t come across such prolific animal life whenever I’ve driven through there myself. You obviously know the routes to take. You wax quite lyrical today, – I like the poetic alliteration of ‘a lengthy lichen-laden limb’.

  2. I have a feeling the ponies are much more close to the secrets of Nature, of burnished gold sunsets, the burst of orange at the dawns, and the impalpable black of moonless nights. To them, humans are mere irritants like the flies that bug them. Those are great images of sunsets.

  3. The wandering cattle and ponies, oh and the donkeys also, is such a mystery to me. Some day I will go over there and see it for myself. But I don’t fly so they would have to knock me out to get me there.

    Do the animals wander at night? I don’t see many street lamps about

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