Water Under The Bridge

Today’s weather pattern was again that of sunshine and showers.

This morning Margery and Paul visited to return my copy of “Framley Parsonage’ and to borrow “Can He Forgive Her?” and “The Last Chronicle of Barset”. At this rate our nonagenarian friend will finish reading my Trollopes before I do.

It will come as no surprise to readers of yesterday’s post that I needed a trip to the dry cleaners in New Milton, albeit only for my jacket. After this we took a drive into the forest via Ashley Road where

a rainbow shone its light on a grateful magnolia.

A verge-grazing Shetland pony looked up at Boundary when Jackie clapped her hands to alert her to our presence.

Around the corner lay one more fallen tree.

We were again treated to a rich variety of cloudscapes in watercolour, with or without

rainbows.

Ponies dotted the landscape outside Brockenhurst where I stopped to photograph

a still active railway bridge, when

a pair of cyclists obligingly approached, happy to have enhanced my photograph.

Not so obliging to Jackie’s mind was the driver of the car that added interest to my next one.

That is because she had readied herself to take a silhouette of me under the bridge and he insisted on ruining the shot. She produced this one instead.

Before that she had settled for one including the cyclists, the car, and me

through the rain.

When she photographed me aiming my lens she had thought I was focussed on her. In fact I was making the second of the rainbow pictures above.

Beside the bridge lurch these mossy trees marked with reddle. Many trees are so painted, sometimes with other pigments. I am not sure of the significance of the hues but imagine they must be a foresters’ code for a planned procedure. (Andrew Petcher’s comment below provides a link which answers this point)

They are on the edge of reflecting waterlogged terrain partially fed by

a swollen weed-bearing ditch.

Part of the path to the bridge is now covered by clear water

replenished by raindrops, the descent of which Jackie was photographing.

While returning home via Lymington the cawing of numerous rooks alerted us to the

growing occupation of a rookery. Some of the birds flew back and forth;

others remained on watch.

At times sunlight spilt across the road.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy pasta arrabbiata with which with which she finished the Sauvignon Blanc and I started a bottle of Chateau Berdillot Cotes de Bourg 2018

 

 

66 comments

  1. Beautiful shot of the old tree stump by the bubbling pools – there’s a heart shaped bubble in there too, that’s impressive! Interesting about the robins response to their own kind, I’m sure there’s a good reason for it but it eludes me. Maybe one of your more learned readers may know something ………

  2. Such beautiful photos, Derrick! I couldn’t pick a favorite–I started with the stream and footpath, but then there were so many more! You had way too much fun with alliteration in this post. πŸ˜‰
    I had to look up what your meal was. I’m glad you enjoyed it, even if you wouldn’t order it again.

  3. I was going to ask what a Barnsley Chop is, but I tried Google instead. So, now I know that is a certain was of cutting a lamb chop, and can be flavoured in many different ways.
    My father-in-law had a butchery business, but I only ever heard him refer to lamb chops as chops or cutlets. I like them with mint sauce.
    My favourite, however, are pork loin chops and caramelised with a coating of French mustard and brown sugar.
    Love the reflections again.

      1. Thanks for the link, Yes, that’s me too Pork chop and two veg.
        Trouble with eating a lamb chop in a restaurant is you cannot pick it up and eat with your fingers, a bit like a drumstick! ?

  4. The twisted stump photo is my favorite, except perhaps for those of Nugget. My, he is a handsome one, even when he’s perturbed. Speaking of perturbed, we’re being deluged with reports of pertubed Brits and a perturbed Queen, thanks to “Megxit.” Is it truly as much a story as our media’s reporting, or is it just our media being their usual overblown selves?

  5. I think there could be a troll under that footbridge. πŸ˜‰ But seriously, your watery reflections are fascinating! And of course Nugget is always a delight.

  6. Those are such inviting vistas captured by you, and it speaks of a certain unabating passion. Robin is making a great living in his Garden, regardless of the many adversaries that keep bugging him off an on.

  7. Love the green moss and the bubbly bubbles! So beautiful! The different shaped and sized bubbles are fascinating!
    Your photos are so rich in details, texture, and artistic flair!
    I’m glad to see Nugget is still rulin’ the roost, but fair to the other birds! πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€
    Love your title…I read that that expression dates back to Ancient Greece!
    HUGS to you and Jackie!!! πŸ™‚
    How is your Mom doing today?

  8. That’s a lovely formal portrait of Nugget. We’ve started to get a Goldcrest feeding at our “Allthesuetyoucaneat for nothing” restaurant. He’s from some northern forest and has probably never seen human beings before. That makes him very tolerant of me, as long as I don’t move!

  9. You have certainly had your share of rain. Here we have been overcast (troubling for the tourists who can’t get a tan), and a lot of wind.
    I now understand why Nugget prefers human company.

  10. So very wet! A pity some of that moisture couldn’t be sent to Australia. On a brighter note…always a treat to see Nugget. Glad the encroachment didn’t bother him too much.

  11. I enjoyed the photos from your relatively sunny day there, especially the reflecting pools, and of course little Nugget. We had a rain and windstorm here. I heard higher elevations got some sleet and snow.

  12. “Nugget, somewhat perturbed, patiently paced as a group of long-tailed tits purloined part of his pendant provender” Well done!! You made me laugh. I think Nugget is England’s Most Photographed Robin, and he seems to have adjusted to the change in his life.

    Isn’t it wonderful how sunshine can make a scene? I loved these shots so much, and I marvel at what beauty you two are lucky enough to share.

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