This afternoon I ambled round the sunlit garden.
Pink and red camellias, which first bloomed in January, appear to be going on for ever.
Tulips, like these yellow ones, are now replacing some fading daffodils, while
a variety of others are still in the bloom of youth.
Jackie planted these leucojum vernum last Autumn.
The amanogawa cherry came with the house.
Primulas, hellebores, and euphorbia are regular visitors;
Snake’s head fritillaries have so far survived a year or two.
Shortly before closing time we drove to Streets ironmongers in Brokenhurst to order a tap fitment. We took a leisurely route home.
Beside the road to Beaulieu a group of small deer disappeared into the woodland.
It wasn’t far from sunset when we arrived at Hatchet Pond.
I’ve never seen a galloping donkey before, but the one silhouetted against the skyline near the group grazing opposite the pond, crossed the ground at a fair lick when a young woman began photographing its companions. As I explained, the creature had come in search of treats.
Nearer sunset we diverted to Tanners Lane in search of a scene such as this.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s succulent, short crust, beef, onion, and mushroom pie; boiled potatoes; crisp carrots and broccoli, followed by sticky toffee pudding and vanilla ice cream. I drank Outlook Bay Central Otago Pinot Noir 2017 and my lady drank more of The Quintet.