We enjoyed glorious sunshine throughout this rather warmer day, beginning with a drive into the forest.
A trio of ponies cropped the verge of Burley’s Bennett’s Lane, until approached by a horse and rider. A jogger had paused asking me if I wanted to take a picture. Not wishing to disturb her rhythm, I waved her on.
Just around the corner more ponies, one seemingly narcissism personified, carried out further roadside maintenance.
At the end of Bennett’s Lane we turned into Mill Lane, where Jackie parked and I wandered past the house to the left of this picture, admiring its
garden’s display of daffodils.
My target was a reflecting pool above which pussy willows burgeoned, and beside which lichen-covered twigs littered the turf.
Residents here enjoyed spacious, colourful, landscapes.
While I wandered, Jackie photographed a weather van bearing a dog she thought might be a Labrador.
A string of horses stretched across the road beside the junction at Burley War Memorial were oblivious of the traffic tearing down the hill to the left of the picture. As Jackie drove up the slope a motorcycle sped past on the opposite side. It would have needed to avoid the leading equine.
We ventured out again this afternoon. Almost every verge has its carpet of primroses, celandines, as in Sandy Down,
and daffodils, as in Church Lane, Boldre.
A few sleepy ponies waited for a bus on Jordan’s Lane, Pilley;
others played with the traffic.
From her spot at the end of the road, Jackie watched me communing with the ponies,
and recorded her discovery of the reason that so many road signs are bent.
This evening we reprised yesterday’s pasta arrabbiata and runner beans with more of the same beverages.