This morning Jackie drove me to New Milton where I bought a pair of sandals and delivered some dry cleaning. We then continued into the forest for a short trip giving us time to return home for a FaceTime date with Sam and Malachi.
Our first tail-twitching ponies were encountered alongside
Holmsley Passage, where,
pausing for the occasional bite, a group of ponies emerged from the woodlands;
crossed the road,
and made their way onto the moorland;
tails twitching in efforts to deter flies.
As we neared home, on Holmsley Road, two foals accompanied another group.
One fascinated infant snuggled up to the bonnet of a small van, the driver of which disembarked and persuaded the traffic hazard
onto the verge.
Back at home I enjoyed a torchlight FaceTime conversation with my son and grandson in Perth. Sitting here in our summer mid-day it was fascinating seeing Sam and Malachi in pitch-black darkness, just after their 7 p.m., enlivened by the flames of a garden fire and Mal’s bright reading aid. The torch was also shone on the chooks in their coop. I was reminded that the sun sets very rapidly over there.
This evening we dined excellently on lamb leg steaks; roasted parsnips and butternut squash; Lyonnaise potatoes; carrots, cabbage and mange touts. I finished the Carinena while Jackie abstained because she had drunk her Hoegaarden on the patio when we had pre-dinner drinks overlooked by a
goldfinch perched atop
a towering bay tree.