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Today was another wet one. The New Forest is so waterlogged as to promote empathy for those unfortunates who chose to come here for the Easter holidays.
Lymington Plant Centre has clearly seen better days. Perhaps the daffodils that line Pitmore Road outside it had once come from stock.
Roads and paths were reduced to watercourses; bedraggled horses churned up mud to droop at their hay troughs; cattle grids overflowed.
Armstrong Lane in Brockenhurst was just one flooded thoroughfare. Trees were reflected in the normally dry terrain on the other side of Burley Road.
Their mirrors joined up with the River Weir and another stream to swell the fast flowing water across the ford.
Jackie took one look at two boys cycling through the torrent and decided to turn the Modus around and find another route.
She waited whilst I photographed other ambitious drivers,
then drove on the the aptly named Waters Green over which a raucus jackdaw chorus performed for the benefit of soggy ponies, one of whom still sported its curlers.
A fine looking chestnut was occupied clipping a hedge.
This evening we dined once more on Jackie’s splendid lamb biriani with black lentil dhal. I consumed more of the 16 Little Black Pigs.