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This afternoon Jackie drove me to New Hall Hospital for a session with Claire, the physiotherapist who was very pleased with my progress. The flexion in my left knee has been increased by 20 degrees in the last two weeks. She adjusted the height ofd my crutch handle because she noticed that I lurch sideways on it because it was a bit too low.
As usual we took a cross-country route back home.
We passed a picturesque thatched cottage with roses round the door. It faced a green with strangely uneven terrain that was carpeted with
ponies and cattle
including Black Baldies.
Further along the lane a cow investigated someone’s garden while the next door neighbour had difficulty driving into hers because another blocked her access.
The Fighting Cocks at Godshill was surrounded by even more donkeys and foals than usual. Some of the youngsters clung to their mothers’ flanks, others flopped on the grass. As if there were not enough foals littering the verges, one eager asinine gentleman attempted to participate in the creation of another. He was rebuffed, and brayed his displeasure.
When these two set off to cross back over Roger Penny Way, we were a little disconcerted. We needn’t have worried. Having slalomed around numerous equine cousins, all vehicles at this point progressed at a snail’s pace.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s splendid chicken jalfrezi served with boiled basmati rice.