Although Dennis kept the wind up throughout the night and the morning, the rain desisted and some of the rainwater subsided.
The swirling skirts of the weeping birch gave testimony to the strong breezes.
Aaron had cleared up much of the garden debris yesterday, and no further untidiness manifested itself. Daffodils, snowdrops, camellias, and more, have survived.
With followers like mine it was clear what our afternoon’s drive should entail. We dutifully made our way to South Sway Lane and our equine friend in the sodden field.
Much of the water had returned to the river and the pony was happily once more chomping on grass,
taking time to polish her hooves
and drink from the normal stream.
I must admit to feeling somewhat rejected as she determinedly pursued her grazing.
It was when Jackie called to ask me if I had the carrot that the mood changed. The animal lifted her head, whinnied “did someone mention carrots?”, and trotted over to the barbed wire fence.
She was quick to relieve my outstretched palm of an extra-long Tesco’s finest root vegetable.
Far too quick for the Assistant Photographer who hadn’t enough time to focus her camera and had to settle for my subsequent question about the subject’s satisfaction with her meal.
We returned home through driving rain.
This evening we dined on succulent fillet steaks, luscious ratatouille, and crisp potato wedges coated in herbs and garlic. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Patrick Chodot Fleurie 2018.