Today, albeit cool, was bright and sunny throughout.
Jackie, once again this morning, found basic items in short or absent supply in the shops. Without compunction she acquired the last two bottles of Hoegaarden.
This afternoon we went for a drive in the forest.
What is usually a fairly shallow pool on the road from Beaulieu to Lepe now laps at the trunks of the trees reflected in it.
We parked alongside the shallows outside Lepe beach looking across to
the Isle of Wight, against which
swept a speedy yacht.
We could see beach huts but didn’t know their location.
We did recognise the Red Funnel ferry on its departure.
Jackie photographed me photographing the Island.
Brent geese gathered and engaged in
sometimes after enjoying the chase.
Ponies grazed at East End –
in the drying ditch,
among the daisies on the moorland,
and on the road ahead. Having hove into view, the cyclist in this last shot, as he passed me said he hoped he hadn’t spoiled that for me. “No,’ I replied, “you made it.”
One of the llamas further down the road basked in the late afternoon sun,
the other smirked in the shadows.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s classic cottage pie; crisp carrots, cauliflower, broccoli; and tender runner beans, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Merlot.