Aaron works in all weathers. This morning, however warm enough, was even too wet for him. He visited anyway and we enjoyed a pleasant conversation over tea, coffee, and biscuits.
Afterwards I watched England’s World Cup Rugby match against Tonga.
Although this afternoon the skies remained overcast, the steady rain let up; Jackie worked on cuttings in the greenhouse; and I tried to photograph
Nugget without his getting too much under my feet as he darted back and forth after prey.
“Where’s Nugget?” (28)
Rosa Glauca hips and pelargoniums are just two examples of wearers of glistening pearls;
Virginia creeper perspired precipitation,
which weighed down one solitary bedraggled wasp’s antennae.
We have never before had so many nuts dropping from our copper beech. They have to be swept up daily, the husks making good mulch.
Later, with the sun made fairly regular appearances, we drove out into the forest.
One flock of sheep occupied the green at Bramshaw
while another streamed out onto a side lane.
A lone pony was carrying out lawn mowing duties at Nomansland.
Pigs, such as these at Landford, sought out mast;
we wondered what this one at Fritham had caught. soon we realised that
she had trapped a rat
and that she had bitten off more than she could chew. Jackie exclaimed that this sight had permanently put her off pannage pork.
We took the lane leading from Fritham down to Eyeworth Pond where
small birds flitted to and from the trees and the peanuts birders had left on the posts.
An inquisitive cow raised its head in the woodland,
and ponies enhanced the moorland landscape.
This evening we dined on fish pie and a medley of carrots, cauliflower, greens, and runner beans, all perfectly cooked al dente. We both drank Albarino 2017.