This being the second day of 50+ m.p.h. winds it seemed one to have a look at the waves on The Solent.
The sun lit the cliffs of the island and the waves on the skyline.
When I photographed the sea,
rocks, and spume on the sand
I was not alone;
one young woman, exhibiting enviable knee flexion, took a bird’s eye view.
When I grew tired of bracing myself against the gusts, we drove through Shirley Holms into the forest,
where, on Beachwood Lane, our new foal, still keeping close to her mother, and needing to suckle, looked more as if her legs belonged to her and could, to some extent, risk making our acquaintance.
Other ponies wandered about
and a group of cattle were accompanied by a young calf.
They soon wandered off down the lane in order to trim residents’ hedges.
Perhaps we were downwind of the deer which occasionally peered out from the distant undergrowth before gradually moving off under cover.
One of the fallen trees appeared to have been uprooted quite recently.
Our return journey took us along Bickley Common Road with its bluebells and cow parsley on the verges.
This evening we dined on roast chicken breasts; potatoes roasted with onions and mushrooms; and crisp carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli; followed by strawberries and cream. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Dragon Hills Pinot Noir 2017.