From Lymington we entered the sun-dappled narrow, winding, Undershore towards Pilley,
finding glimpses of autumn foliage there and in Lodge Road, across which
a pair of female pheasants trotted.
A group of somnolent ponies occupied Bull Hill.
This afternoon I watched recordings of the Rugby World Cup matches between Argentina and Tonga; between Japan and Ireland; and between South Africa and Namibia.
Our dinner this evening consisted of Jackie’s wholesome cottage pie; crunchy carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli; tender cabbage and leeks, with sumptuous gravy. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Shiraz.