This morning I worked on the next “A Knight’s Tale” post.
On this unseasonably balmy afternoon Jackie drove us up to the north of the forest, where
donkeys on the road outside Faraway Cottage caused a certain amount of traffic chaos.
My chauffeuse parked at Godshill Pit while I wandered among
dappled woodland with variously hued bracken and tree foliage.
Jackie also pictured spiky gorse, brown and green bracken; and, as I ambled along she produced an image for “Where’s Derrick?” (5)
As we passed a pair of Joggers on the road outside Hale, one, like me in my jacket, had found the day hotter than expected, prompting her to complete the peeling of her sweater.
This evening we dined on succulent pork chops served on a moist melange of leaks, peppers, and onions; boiled and roasted potatoes; flavoursome roast parsnips; crisp Yorkshire pudding, and tasty gravy with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I finished the zinfandel.