When a dull day began to brighten up we drove into the forest for a while.
Constantly changing skies,
reflected in pothole pools,
swept over the moorland bounding Holmsley Passage and its footpaths.
Sun-tipped ponies pastured on grass, bracken and holly on the borders of Burley golf course.
The forest car parks were all full to bursting. Overflow vehicles lined streets, lanes, and lay-bys. Nevertheless, visitors largely kept to their own discrete clusters.
Nowhere was this more apparent than at Rockford Sand Pit where family groups enjoying scaling the sandy hillside largely maintained social distance from each other.
This evening we dined on Mr Chan’s excellent Hordle Chinese Take Away fare with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank MV Reserve Malbec 2019 – a present from Shelly and Ron.