The Needles foghorn beckoned us all the way to the coast at Barton on Sea this morning. All other sounds were muffled by clouds of tiny water droplets known as mist.
We took the route through Angel Lane where Jackie parked the Modus and I photographed
and more visible views of the banks of the ditch.
The silhouettes of the few dog walkers on the clifftop at Barton could not have contrasted more with the many enjoying yesterday afternoon’s sunset.
After visiting the pharmacy at Milford on Sea we progressed to Keyhaven harbour where there was not much to be seen:
Bob Barnes reflected in the first picture, a fisherman, gulls, swans, and a few boats.
Later, I was able to photograph Bob and his reflection once more as we engaged in a socially distanced conversation beside
a memorial bench to Peter and Dorothy Thomas. Our discussion was recorded by Jackie, who also photographed
walkers on the spit, the yacht club, a bird on a wire, and a pair of preening mallards.
Another dog walker approached Pennington Lane as we passed on our way to
Boldre’s Saint John the Baptist Churchyard on Church Lane.
Field horses grazed beneath the graveyard, where, above the soil, a mossy, decomposing stump gradually merged with the soil beneath which humans from days gone by engaged in the same process.
This evening we dined on toothsome roast gammon; golden creamy mashed potatoes; pure white cauliflower; and most moist ratatouille, with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Recital 2018.