On another overcast afternoon we meandered in the Modus.
On the Beaulieu Abbey lake teal ( see John Knifton’s comment below) paddled among the reed beds;
black headed gulls quietly reflected;
stately swans sailed sedately, sometimes safely splash landing.
One conversed with a little boy in a buggy.
In a field across the road cock pheasants competed with crows for forage.
Cattle claimed the road at East Boldre.
This evening we dined on our second helpings of Hordle Chinese Take Away’s excellent fare.