On another milder but less misty afternoon Jackie drove us into the forest.
A string of deer dashing across the road at South Baddesley took me by such surprise that I could not present a clearer view than we saw in several blinks of an eye.
At Tanners Lane I had thought I would need to be satisfied with a couple of distant shots of the Isle of Wight, until another car drew up behind us and decanted its contents onto the shingle.
Moving on to Sowley brightly coloured male pheasants strutted round the fields while other birds preferred crows’ nests.
A variety of ponies graced a bend in the road to Beaulieu. As so often the bigger creatures enjoyed a miniature hanger-on.
I wonder if these three cormorants regularly at their posts in Hatchet Pond are ever relieved by other sentries.
This evening we dined on tender roast lamb; crisp roast potatoes and onions; red, orange, and yellow carrots; and green beans and sprouting broccoli; all with tasty, herby, gravy.