This morning we visited Shelly and Ron with a birthday present for our brother in law. We enjoyed a pleasant conversation over coffee and biscuits, then returned home for lunch, after which we took a forest drive.
Hightown Lane begins alongside a stream at ground level. Here, as in all the other lane verges
the wild plants are fading and turning to seed.
A pair of field horses, eyes protected by masks, stood nose to tail offering each other twitching tails as further insect deterrents.
Gradually the sinuous trail winds uphill,
cleaving its way through ever steeper dappled banks bearing mossy trees with exposed talon-roots.
Residents of the properties at the top of the slopes, like many others, have laid log barriers to prevent visitors parking on their
While one grey pony stretched over Cross Lanes Chapel graveyard wall seeking greener grass at Mockbeggar, another ambled over the crossroads. Perhaps other such equines have tilted the railings over the years.
It was the turn of donkeys with foals to hold up traffic at Ibsley.
In vain a pair of hopeful hounds sped after a hare never to be overtaken on Blissford Hill.
This evening Jackie finished last night’s Red Chilli takeaway and I enjoyed a thin pepperoni pizza with fresh salad. My wife drank more of the Pinot Grigio and I drank Torre de Ferro Reserva Dao 2017.