The sparrows are back in their regular nest made from
an ineffective burglar alarm.
Mother takes her turn, but it is mainly father who stands guard from various vantage points and, looking this way and that, vociferously repels all boarders.
We lunched with Elizabeth and Mum at Woodpeckers. Mum enjoyed an omelette followed by apricots and ice cream. My sister and I chose an excellent steak and ale pie with creamed potatoes and vegetables; Jackie favoured mackerel and orange salad which she pronounced very good. We three guests all chose light and tasty date pudding and ice cream.
Afterwards leaving Brockenhurst by an unnamed narrow lane, Jackie and I continued further into the forest.
Three cyclists rested on a rail outside the village.
Until I approached too close we watched a group of deer among the trees at Boldrewood. Some of these creatures had lost their horns. I understand they will grow again.
On the road to Linwood I photographed ponies in the landscape,
and again on the hillside at Appleslade.
We simply dined this evening on beef and mustard sandwiches.