While I photographed Jackie pruning Wedding Day, which, with her further endeavours elsewhere this morning, provided me with more clippings to chop and bag up this afternoon,
I spotted a shield bug riding a nearby hibiscus.
Later this afternoon we went in search of the surviving entries of the Hordle Scarecrow Trail.
These entries have already featured in earlier posts.
This one, in Stoneleigh Avenue, entitled ‘Key Workers and Caped Crusaders’, suffered badly in the recent storms.
In Sycamore Road, Pierre Latour celebrated a ‘Tour de France’ victory.
Dominic Cummings’s weak eyesight excuse for flouting lockdown restrictions was displayed in Sky End Lane.
Hordle Pharmacy in Ashley Lane, normally a regular entrant, did not register this year, although these two beauties feature in the shop window.
We were unable to view two others: one was destroyed in the storms, another is a hairdresser’s submission placed outside the shop when it is open – not on Saturday afternoons.
Those who persevered with this year’s fraught event are to be congratulated.
After the Hordle tour we continued into the forest, pausing at Coombe Lane where I photographed masked horses and inquisitive cattle atop a tumbling landscape where bonfire smoke resembled a spraying waterfall.
This evening we dined once more on Jackie’s splendidly succulent beef pie; very tasty gravy; boiled new potatoes; tender cabbage and crunchy carrots and cauliflower with which she drank Beck’s and I drank Gestos 2018, a sublimely smooth Malbec.