Earlier today I watched recordings of the rugby World Cup matches between Australia and Uruguay and between England and Argentina.
After lunch we took a drive up to the north of the forest.
Pigs are free for the next six weeks or so to enjoy searching for acorns and other forest fruits, known as mast, that litter the roads and woods.
This sow led her troop along the verges of North Gorley. She was not averse to leading them across the road.
Sometimes a straggler, snuffling, snorting, and squeaking among the terrain, would wake up to the fact that the others had moved on, and take off like a porcine Exocet to catch up.
As one car speeded on, having passed the main group, one of these creatures darted from the undergrowth straight across its path. Fortunately I saw this coming and held up my hand in warning.
Horse chestnuts, known as conkers, are not, as far as I know, among the forest fruits favoured by the pigs. They were ignoring those that had fallen from a tree in someone’s garden.
Ponies foraging along the Gorley Road ignored
another group of small pigs on the road ahead.
For the first time we followed a No Through Road to Ogdens North. This took us along a somewhat pitted road through rugged landscape and terminating in a
in which were reflected leaves above.
Mushrooms in the grass,
and lingering lichen coating a rotting branch, lay on the soggy banks.
I thought it best for my sandalled feet not to cross the muddy footbridge.
As we left a pair of determined ponies steadily approached from the woods, to join
another grazing on the open ground.
This evening we dined on prawn fishcakes topped with sweet chilli sauce, Jackie’s superb savoury rice, and ratatouille so liberally containing chillis as to make them much more appealing to me than to the Culinary Queen, who drank Hoegaarden while I drank Patrick Chodot Brouilly 2017.