In steady, heavy, rain this morning Jackie drove us to New Milton to collect my cleaning; to Ferndene Farm Shop for three bags of compost; and to Milford on Sea Pharmacy for a repeat prescription.
Now we were out, where could we visit next for a photoshoot but to Keyhaven in search of waterfowl?
Watched by a raindrop coated black-headed gull;
rapidly turning and darting, lifting heavily paddled feet in its stride, an egret was fishing for breakfast in the harbour.
Alongside the reed beds across the road a cormorant (?) would occasionally disappear beneath the surface, darting for its own sustenance.
Raindrops also glistened from mallards’ waterproofs.
Saltgrass Lane takes us from the harbour area to the salt flats beside Hurst spit. There is no speed limit on this road which is too narrow to permit parking at any time.
This is not a lane in which you would wish to meet an oncoming vehicle, such as this one which reversed some distance before reaching a passing space.
Active gulls and swans flapped, stretched, and flew across the flats;
another egret enjoyed successful fishing.
Fortunately, unusually, it was not raining in Manchester. I was therefore able to listen to the men’s Cricket World Cup match between England and Afghanistan at Old Trafford.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s Cumberland and caramelised onion sausages braised in red wine; creamy mashed medley of potato, swede and butternut squash; crunchy broccoli and cauliflower; and tender runner beans. I finished the Galodoro while the Culinary Queen drank Blue Moon.