Today was sunny and warmer than yesterday.
Jackie entered the garden for a weeding session. Within seconds Nugget was in attendance, taking time out from his under-gardener role to tweet sweet nothings to Lady, who kept out of sight.
“Where’s Nugget?” (63)
Ron continued sweeping up underneath his front garden feeder.
Jackie also photographed
and Daphne Odorata Marginata.
Since it was another sunny, somewhat warmer, day, and knowing that Hockey’s would be open today we brunched there to make up for yesterday’s disappointment.
Ponies were back on the moors alongside Holmsley Passage,
and in the Bisterne Close woodland,
where a lowing cow wandered down the lane and vanished into the shadows.
On a bracken covered hillside outside Burley
stood what seemed a somnolent quartet of grey ponies. I fact there was a bay among them, visible only to my camera.
On our return, just north of Ringwood we diverted along an unnamed lane which is in effect a cul-de-sac,
alongside which gnarled knuckles of mossy tree roots caught the sunlight.
A pair horses could be seen at the bottom of a field,
a gate to which bore an Alergy Alert.
This evening we dined on scrambled egg liberally laced with chopped spring onion; fresh salad, and toast.