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On her way to lunch with her sisters at MacPenny’s Garden Centre, Jackie deposited me, equipped with a packed lunch, a camera, and, in case of necessity, a book at the bus shelter looking down Ringwood Road in Bransgore. This was in order for me to watch the traffic.
A steady stream of cars approached the junction in front of me.
Some were open-topped. It was certainly the day for it.
Vans and trucks tended to publicise goods and services.
Pedestrians tended to walk down to the row of shops on the right side of Ringwood Road and return with purchases.
Crossing the road, especially for those with arms and buggies full of children, was quite a precarious undertaking. The moment had to be seized, although preferably not on the run with fish and chips.
Cyclists of various ages and styles were much in evidence. Some were obviously locals out shopping, others kitted out for a forest ride.
The same applies to motorcyclists.
A camper van carried its own resting place, while a hearse bore a coffin to its final one.
Bringing up the rear are the trailers which carried a variety of loads.
During the 2 3/4 hours I was perched at this spot, the only method of transport not represented at this very busy corner was a bus. It is a good thing I wasn’t waiting for one.
This evening Jackie and I dined on breaded chicken breasts, sautéed new potatoes, and a melange of fried onions mushrooms and peppers. Jackie drank Alta OItalia Trentino pinot Grigio 2017 (courtesy of John Jones), and I drank Camino del Angel Cabernet Sauvignon 2016 (courtesy of Elizabeth).