Our afternoon drive into the forest took us through Bull Hill.
Although certainly not tortoises, groups of serious walkers we watched from
Furzey Lane leading to Furzey Lodge, carried their temporary homes on their backs. Some of these were passed by cyclists,
more groups of whom wheeled along Cripple Gate Lane, where,
bluebells, ferns, ivy, and other wild plants cluster around the roots of oaks now spreading parasols overhead.
It is best to try to ignore cans lobbed from passing cars and fly-tipped larger containers possibly decanted from small vans.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s superb savoury rice with a rack of pork ribs in barbecue sauce and small spring rolls. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden, while I drank Moravista Merlot Bonarda 2018.