Lured into a clifftop car park at Milford on Sea by the prospect of watching choppy seas crashing against The Needles. We were on our way to the pharmacy to collect a repeat prescription.
The parking tarmac was liberally strewn with shingle thrown up from the shore below;
spray surged over the sea wall.
Dog owners tell me that their pets do not like taking a shower. I was about to learn how to encourage them to enjoy one.
Allow them to romp on a gravelly puddle,
and they soon develop a taste for the spray that brings it.
Afterwards, I thanked the owner for allowing me to share his photoshoot.
From Milford we continued to Streets in Brockenhurst where Jackie collected a couple of rubber tap swirls, Just giving me time to keep an appointment for an eye test in New Milton.
Across the road from Boots Opticians is situated Mallard Café. We brunched there, and very good it was too.
We then took a drive into the forest. The light, originally bright and clear, was to fluctuate throughout the day.
At Wootton Heath the sun lit the trees against a backdrop of darkening skies. One tree had fallen.
Jackie photographed Wootton Heath Cottage in its idyllic setting.
A solitary pony enhanced the scene.
This is an area of unmade private roads heavily pitted with potholes filled with rainwater that has also provided
lodgings for mallards
in the proliferation of temporary reflecting pools.
Even when riding a horse the mobile phone is an essential accessory.
A pair of deer darted across Bisterne close, melded into the woodland
and elegantly tripped away.
Later this afternoon I was torn away from drafting this post in order to catch the sun disappearing into Mudeford harbour.
As so often, the cotton-bud cloud clusters to the east bore pleasing pink and indigo pastel shades.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy pasta arrabbiata with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank Squinzano Rosso Riserva 2014.