No Sensible Pony

On another warm day of clear blue skies we accompanied Matthew and Poppy to Everton Garden Centre to buy a birthday present, then lunched in their Camellia’s Cafรฉ.

The very well cooked, plentiful, meals set us up for the day. Mine consisted of chicken and ham pie, new potatoes, and vegetables; Mat’s was roast duck; Jackie’s jacket potato; and Poppy’s roast beef.

Later, our son and granddaughter left to return home, breaking the journey with a visit to Becky and Ian, while we drove into the forest,

taking the Lower Sandy Down route and enjoying the sun-dappled environment, with its

reflections in the stream crossed by Church Lane,

where blackberries ripen

and lichen coats the beams of the fence to Heywood Mill House.

We caused a group of walkers on Rodlease Lane to hug the verges.

I have often thought of photographing this very rickety building on Pilley Street before it falls down. It is Tootlepedal who prompted me to actually do it. An elderly gentleman often sits on the chair leaning to our left of the structure. Is he, I wonder, selling the eggs?

Further along the road, a number of ponies continue to thud down from the road and the field opposite into the dry quarry pit lake. It is almost as if, like us walking fast down a slope, run away with ourselves until we can straighten up on the level.

Not that this pitted terrain is level. The myriad of grassy mounds and dips created by the animals’ hooves at wetter times are now rock hard. I wandered over them taking shots that would not normally be possible without thigh-length waders.

No sensible pony would eat the acorns that are strewn about, for they are poisonous to them.

While we took our pre-dinner drinks in the Rose Garden we grew of the opinion that our little robin, Nugget, is now engaged in courting. He still cries from his various vantage points, but is answered more gently. On one occasion he darted across the the sky from our Weeping Birch to a neighbour’s false acacia, after which all was quiet for a while.

We dined on huntsman’s pie and salad with which which I finished the Saint-Chinian.


  1. ….There was a crooked man ……. and they all lived together in a crooked little house ๐Ÿ™‚ I love ramshackle – it reminds me of me. And Nugget has a girlfriend – how exciting!

  2. I am glad to have have nudged you into taking the rickety building shots as I enjoyed them. As a rickety person myself, I like it when rickety things get respect. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Won’t be long and you’ll have a Mrs. Nugget and some little nuggets! I wish Nugget the bestest of luck in his endeavors! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    I’m glad the ponies are sensible!

    Love the blackberries and lichen photos! Beautiful! ๐Ÿ™‚ Bet those berries are tasty! ๐Ÿ™‚

    I think the rickety building is a wonder to behold! I hope it stands for a lot longer!
    HUGS!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Good for little Nugget! Jackie may have more avian helpers in the garden next year!

    I always enjoy these forest drive photos with all the ponies and reflecting pools. The pigs will be in to eat the acorns soon, if not already.

  5. I shall be visiting our local garden centre later today.

    The meals look delicious, especially at this time of day when Iโ€™ve been awake for hours but still not had breakfast! I enjoy seeing your family days.

    Our family Saturday was spent on the East coast.

      1. They do excellent food Derrick, but I think weโ€™re eating at home today, due to over indulging in seaside food yesterday!

  6. That’s some fine fare there Sir! (Including the blackberries – yum!)

    I’m really liken the lichen! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    I don’t know if the man is sellin’ eggs but he’s not at all eggs-sellin in barn repair, that’s for sure!

    The pony shots are wonderful and my favourite is the little black fellow, who i suspect might be called Eeyore by his friends. Unfortunately his hairstyle does remind me a little of your Prime Minister!

    We can only hope that if Nugget is indeed plighting his troth that he has found the robin equivalent of Jackie! ๐Ÿ˜‰ That would be eminently sensible!

  7. I’m with Poppy on choosing the rare roast beef!
    You know I love the ponies, but that old house is a hoot!! That building is defying gravity! haha

  8. We have a robin singing so beautifully at the moment that he deserves to be flooded with lady suitors. And this morning – he was answered. Fingers crossed for Nugget ?โค๏ธ๏ธ

  9. Oy! that is a very rickety building I am surprised it has not been condemn or roped off as it screams lability. I also hope the old egg seller doesn’t live there.

  10. It looks like a delightful day–family, country rambles, and Nugget out courting. I do hope he is successful. I wonder if he will bring his bride over to show you.

  11. A pleasure to amble through your countryside Derrick, your pictures are vibrant and really bring the excursion to life, again your fresh vegetables tempt the palate of this once gardener, cheers my friend.

  12. I want to eat at Camellia’s Cafe. That food looks amazing. I’m pleased to hear that Nugget is willing to quiet down when it’s courting time. No need telling the whole neighborhood what’s going on. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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