This afternoon we collected repeat prescriptions from the Pharmacy at Milford on Sea.
The Needles and their lighthouse had transmogrified into a red-eyed sea monster.
As equally calm as the Solent was the surface of Hatchet Pond with its skimming waterfowl and shimmering landscape.
While a photographer peered into the sun a friendly gull stood guard on a disabled parking space.
This was useful because the waters of the lake had encroached on the overspill car park, and partially iced over providing looking glasses for the surrounding trees.
A pair of magpies – two for joy – and a nippy little wagtail foraged on the banks.
One chestnut pony at East Boldre cropped the verge while another mowed the lawn beside a stretch of winterbourne water.
Today’s sign of post-operative progress was being able to dine at the table where Jackie served a sweetly savoury sausage casserole containing pork chipolatas and larger varieties with caramelised onion. Also on the menu was creamy swede and potato mash; crunchy carrots and cauliflower; and curly kale.