Knowing that this would be our last fine day until next week we took an early drive into the forest before returning to Sears Barbers at Milford on Sea where Peter cut my hair.
Cotton clouds propelled by a chill east wind scudded across cerulean skies.
Bright yellow daffodils lined many of the verges like this one on Southampton Road.
Several ponies stood quietly contemplating the waterlogged moorland alongside Furzey Lane
over which a murder of crows swooped and frolicked.
The car park to Hatchet Pond
was now a lake swirling around warning signs;
denying any visitors taken short access to the public lavatories;
and providing accommodation for mallards and coots.
A grazing pony at East End
kept a discreet distance from a small group of donkeys.
A single sunbeam pierced a thicker cloud cover over Gosport Street as we returned via
the Milford on Sea coast road, within sight of the Isle of Wight,
The Needles, their lighthouse;
and Christchurch Bay
with its sweeping waves.
Walkers with and without dogs occupied the promenade
while crows scratched among the grass.
This afternoon Danni, Andy and Ella visited bringing joy and delightful company.
Our great niece had at home this morning managed a few unsteady footsteps but initially needed little support early in the afternoon.
Her mother sat helping her play with some of the house toys.
Soon she was wandering freely around the ground floor able to right herself when losing her balance, without falling.
Jackie focussed on Ella’s fascination with the curtains to the French windows and the views into the garden.
Just like any other infant concentration requires an extended tongue.
Danni and Andy were led by their daughter on a tour of the garden.
We all dined on Forest Tandoori’s first rate takeaway food with which Danni and I finished the Tempranillo Barrica; Jackie drank Hoegaarden, and Andy drank sparkling water.