On this sunny and rather cold morning Nugget followed Aaron around the garden, darting for his prey.
“Where’s Nugget?” (18).
Small White butterflies multiply by the minute, sharing the verbena bonarensises
with swarms of bees.
I spent much of the day listening to the fourth Test Match between England and Australia.
Late this afternoon we drove into the forest. Holmsley Passage was blocked by a car that had slipped into the muddy ditch. It would have been rude to have photographed it. We and another car managed to find our way round the obstacle, having assured ourselves that help was on the way.
We drove up Clay Hill at the top of which I wandered around the undulating terrain. Clouds allowed the sun to shine on occasion.
A group of ponies enlivened the landscape which was carpeted with
heather, blackberries, harebells, and gorse,
some of which had been recently burnt.
From the summit I looked down over the moorland,
then wandered along the sloping pony tracks into the woodland.
It will come as no surprise that Jackie prepared more than enough cottage pie and cauliflower cheese yesterday, with the intention of feeding us with more today; along with fresh carrots, cabbage and runner beans. I drank more of the Baturrica, from which the Culinary Queen abstained.