On another afternoon of heavy rain we took a drive into the forest.
Over Lymington Road the sun attempted unsuccessfully to penetrate the brimming cloud canopy. The oak in the third picture has been remodelled by the sea air. The highest groping fingers never bear leaves.
Almost the only wildlife we saw while the rain hammered down was a pair of deer crossing Holmsley Passage ahead of us. As usual my camera missed the first one and we waited for the expected companion.
The two fords along this route are filling with rippling water.
The moors on either side of this much nibbled winding lane offered misty landscapes,
lichen covered trees,
gorse and bracken managing to look cheerful in the conditions.
Along Forest Road I stepped out to photograph a recent winterbourne pool. The Assistant Photographer was on hand to portray my progress and the whole scene because she knew I would take a closer look.
She was right.
Here is a mossy tuft;
ripples and reflections.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s watercress soup, followed by smoked haddock; creamy mashed potatoes; piquant cauliflower cheese; crunchy carrots, and tender runner beans, with which I drank more of the Costieres de Nimes.