We were promised further heavy winds today. They were postponed until tonight, which may explain why we saw no free roaming animals on our trip to the forest.
On our way to the Milford pharmacy we stopped to watch
the waves surging with spray and crashing on rocks as they practised for the races they would be engaged in later.
Although shifting the lens just a few degrees to the right gave streaks of sunlight on the horizon,
the Isle of Wight remained invisible to the eye, despite a glimmer of blue sky, and enough light to catch the
lifebelt on a post.
Afterwards we progressed to Boldrewood via Lymington. Traffic lights on Southampton Road facilitated my photographing this pink magnolia set against the blue wash and fine Georgian window of an elegant terraced house of the period.
On the approach to Boldre Lane a couple of field horses showed eagerness to see what was occurring over their hedge.
The woodland itself presented
scenes of devastation such as are in evidence throughout the forest.
This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s fish and chips, pickled onions and gherkins with which we both drank Wairau Cove Sauvignon Blanc 2019.
Jackie’s photo story from this afternoon warrants a separate post which forms a sequel to this one.