Today was bright and sunny, although strong winds brought something of a chill factor. We took a trip out to view the seafront at Milford on Sea, and the delights of the New Forest – in my case through a lens poked out of the open passenger window.
Against the backdrop of the iconic Isle of Wight Needles we, and other visitors, watched the spray-tipped waves known as white horses. I reflected that normally I would have been standing on the clifftop, legs spread wide to brace myself against the sharply stinging spray and the piercing winds. Necessity had provided me with a far more comfortable vantage point.
It wasn’t until shortly before sunset on Penn Common that we encountered any forest fauna. Here, the lowering rays enhanced
glowing outlines of free roaming cattle,
and grazing sheep, bearing the mark of a ram;
while nearby penned donkeys displayed their usual inquisitiveness.
At Bramshaw, the usual motley groups of cattle continued their ploughing of the village green.
A leisurely peacock wandered across the road, causing a watching cow to swivel her neck, keeping pace with the colourful bird.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy pasta arrabbiata and tender green beans.