Excessive rain interspersed with splendid sunlight spells was the order of the day.
In the early gloom gluttonous sparrows from across the road commandeered the seed feeder.
A later downpour dropped puddles on our paths.
Bright sunshine left sparkling garden views
sporting long shadows.
After lunch we took a drive into the forest via Lyndurst Road,
still displaying autumnal burnished gold,
and mushroom omelettes on the verges.
Blending well with their environment a pair of Oxford Sandy and Black pigs snorted, snuffled, and slurped their sodden way
about the soggy terrain on which floated leaves fallen from reflected trees above.
I have to say that having my knees butted by snotty snouts smearing mucus on contact was somewhat disconcerting.
Pools like this one are spreading across the forest.
A wide one flanks the entrance to Honey Lane, Burley. Even in dry weather our Modus would not survive a trip slaloming the potholes in the lane itself.
A solitary rook stood sentinel at its usual post along the Burley Road.
Constantly changing light produced dramatic skies and landscapes.
A rainbow outside Burley suggested that arboreal gold does lie at its end.
A fast flowing stream bubbled across the ford on Holmsley Passage.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s hot and spicy paprika pork, boiled potatoes and carrots, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Cabernet Franc.