This afternoon we followed a rather circuitous route to Ferndene Farm Shop where Jackie made some timely purchases without having to queue.
At Neacroft a weak sun silhouetted trees and houses and lightly illuminated the lane
beside which ducks scavenged before crossing to the other side.
Did you spot the decoy?
Moving on after waiting for the waddling ducks we were somewhat delayed by a pair of cyclists.
A tanker lorry on Bockhampton Road was a more serious blockage than either of the first two. There was no way round this one. Jackie was about to turn round when this action was aborted by a driver having arrived behind us who apparently knew better.
The cycle-laden motor passed us and, attempting to do the same with the tanker, came unstuck.
The cycle-carrier reversed enough to allow a passenger to emerge and remonstrate with a gentleman in the garden. The seemingly ineffective gesticulations had subsided somewhat before I photographed the exchange. Jackie wound down her window as the lady approached and informed her that “He’s not going to move his lorry any time soon”.
We allowed the other driver to make the first turn round, then did the same.
The weather vane on Owls barn sports both an unconcerned owl and an unafraid mouse.
As usual the River Avon at Avon had burst its banks and numerous swans had taken up winter residence in the water meadows. Jackie photographed me in action, and
a couple of shots of her own.
A pair of inquisitive donkeys basking in the remaining sunlight that pierced the arboreal backdrop of Priest Lane, Sopley, rose to their feet on my appearance.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy paprika pork, savoury rice, and tender runner beans. She had finished Rosé while cooking, so imbibed no more. I finished the Malbec.