On a dank, drizzly, morning we visited Lymington High Street early to buy birthday presents. We had to wait half an hour for one shop to open, so I took the opportunity for a spot of people watching.
Cyclists negotiated other traffic;
a number of toddlers rode in buggies;
some were prepared for rain, while others improvised with coats;
one couple contemplated care options;
a blue bird alighted on a mobile phone;
crossing the road required nifty footwork;
two pairs of sandals were well synchronised;
W.H.Smith’s was being decorated;
it looks as if someone was late;
a child was introduced to Costa Coffee.
I was just about to photograph this friendly gentleman’s dogs as he moved off. When I told him so, he stopped, turned the buggy round so I could photograph both children and dogs, and engaged in an enjoyable conversation with Jackie and me.
When the weather brightened somewhat this afternoon we drove to Pilley for the intermittent check on the views across the lake.
Whoever crochets the cover for the post collection box on Pilley Hill has remembered that we are still meant to be in summer.
The lake is even drier than our last visit; blackberries are burgeoning on the far side, in company of yellow ragwort.
As I walked around the even more receding water line I could see the movement of animals beneath the trees. Upon investigation I discovered the group of Shetland ponies who must have trooped all the way down from the Norley Wood end of Bull Hill, where we normally encounter them, clearly seeking shelter and proximity to liquid refreshment.
This evening we dined on the last of the cottage pie supplemented by a pork chop each and fresh vegetables, with which Jackie drank more of the Sauvignon Blanc and I drank Chevalier de Fauvert Compté Tolosan Rouge 2019