On another bright, almost balmy, morning, Jackie drove us out to Hatchet Pond and back.
and ponies, basked, dozed, chewed the cud, or cropped the grass on the approach to the pond. Eyes open or closed, they definitely think it’s spring.
Have the usual companions of the
sole cormorant on sentry duty
metamorphosed into a pair of swans gliding to and fro beside their posts?
Sedate gulls basked and preened on the opposite bank.
More ponies could be glimpsed among the still leafless trees within the nearby Rans Wood.
This evening we dined on rack of pork ribs in barbecue sauce, prawn toasts, aromatic spring rolls, and Jackie’s special savoury rice, with which she drank Hoegaarden, from which I abstained.