This morning we drove Jan, Bob, and DeAna to New Milton station for the next stage of their journey to Switzerland. Jan e-mailed me three photographs taken on the platform for Waterloo.
Jackie and Jan by De;
Jan and Derrick by De;
and Bob and De by Jan.
A brief inspection of further storm damage revealed that Jackie’s favourite view from the stable door has been ruined by
a wind-blown lurch of the Wisteria Arbour.
Jackie had laid down the chairs on the decking, but simply closed up the parasol which had been lifted clear of the table through the centre of which it normally stands, and gently placed against the fence.
Plenty of flowers have, however, happily survived.
This afternoon we took a forest drive, intending to take the route to Pilley via Undershore.
A large tree had, however, been thrown across the now puddly path, so a reverse sweep was required on a lane requiring a numerous point turn.
As can be seen the day began with strong sunshine. This rapidly deteriorated into one of bright, brief, sunny spells forcing their way between dark, heavy, showers pattering on the car roof; spreading racing, rippling, rivulets such that the wipers could not keep pace to provide clear vision; and turning my T-shirt into a wet dishcloth when I stepped out at Pilley lake to photograph its current condition.
The water was now filling up, so that the lone pig which had a couple of weeks ago been part of a group that had frolicked over the dry bed must have been disappointed as it
stood on the surrounding landscape.
Rain now pelted where porkers had pootled.
On Cadnam Lane ponies reflected on pools; sheltered from the rain; or failed to dry their hair after another downpour.
Pigs were unperturbed by the elements, one was certainly ready for her close up.
This evening we sat at our lonely table and raised our glasses, containing more of the Sauvignon Blanc, and Chevalier de Fauvert Comté Tolosan Rouge 2019, to absent friends while reprising last night’s repast of sausages in red wine.