In an effort to avoid the holiday traffic and the intensely hot sapping humidity of the day we set off for a forest drive at 8 a.m.
Beside Ober Water which passes under Rhinefield Road ponies quietly grazed, cattle strode purposefully, cyclists and cars sped along;
sunshine dappled the woodland, reflecting trees and skies on the surface of shallow, bubbling, water
from which a splashing, excited, dog time and again retrieved a soggy tossed tennis ball.
Three different shoes and a rather useful looking pan had all been abandoned on the banks;
as they swooped from tree to tree and hunted among the roots I witnessed ample evidence that robins spend their summer holidays in the woods.
Cattle drank from the stream.
Early bracket fungus stepped up trunks further along Rhinefield Road;
bracken pierced the shadows along Mill Lane
where walkers and dogs were beginning to wander.
On Bisterne Close an inquisitive foal left its mother’s flanks in order to investigate the warm bonnet of our Modus. It took a loud application of a certain amount of vroom to shift the mohican-coiffed youngster.
Purple heather, such as this beside Holmsley Passage among which a lone walker tramps is brightening daily.
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Even when entering the garden for a watering session we were hit by a blast furnace, and the library dehumidifier required emptying twice today, when normally once every two days may suffice.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s luscious liver and bacon casserole; creamy mashed potatoes, crunchy carrots; and tender green beans with which I drank Carles Priorat 2016, and the Culinary Queen abstained.