This afternoon we drove into the forest, making use of the day’s changing light.
In contrast to the recent gales, the winds were so slow that the sun, albeit bright, would remain behind covering clouds for an age.
Although the distant Portsmouth’s Spinnaker Tower was well lit, the near Tanners Lane’s breakwater was not.
The skyscapes above the Isle of Wight reflected this, until
weak sun was briefly glimpsed.
We crept along Sowley Lane through which a string of dithering donkeys threaded their way;
one stopped for a scratch;
one toddler demanded its dinner;
another paused to chew on a stick.
As we approached St Leonards Grange
the road and its surrounding landscape were burnished by the brighter sun.
With showers of rain added to the mix rainbows separated trees and
blessed at least one of the jackdaw couples pairing off on the ancient granary roof.
Another two preferred the view from one of the ruin’s windows.
This evening Elizabeth joined us for dinner which consisted of succulent roast lamb; crisp roast potatoes, parsnips, and Yorkshire pudding; sage and onion stuffing; crunchy carrots, broccoli, and cauliflower; winter greens; tender runner beans; and tasty gravy, followed by Mississippi mud pie. My sister and I finished the Fleurie and I began a Concha y Toro Casillero del Diablo 2018. Jackie drank Hoegaarden.