Early this afternoon I posted “A Knight’s Tale (9: Before The Coming Revolution)”.
Later, we shopped at Lidl and carried on for drive. Everywhere is becoming very crowded. Reaching Lymington was a lengthy process. We kept along Sowley Lane and St Leonard’s Road to the east, which doesn’t have too many visitors.
A family of mallards beside a temporary pool alongside St Leonard’s Road were possibly debating whether to settle on it.
Opposite, in sight of the Isle of Wight,
bees busily worked over the remaining blossom on nascent blackberries while they still had a chance.
Our familiar equine group of friends, with its one miniature member congregated outside St Leonard’s Grange, within reach of
their still liquid watering hole reflecting possibly aquatic plants.
Cattle on the moorland fronting houses between East End and East Boldre were happy to share pasturage rights with a few ponies.
This evening we dined on our second helpings of Red Chilli takeaway with which Jackie finished the Carricante and I drank more of the Fleurie, which involved opening another bottle.