After lunch Jackie drove us to Helen and Bill’s home at Fordingbridge to drop off a present.
Attracted by a couple of large mushrooms on the verges at I disembarked and wandered along photographing, in addition, bracken nestling beside an oak trunk, and lichen attached to fallen twigs on the forest floor and decorating another trunk.
The forded stream was racing and rippling along at a rate we have not seen before.
Cars sped splashing across;
a troop of donkeys gathered on the edge of the road-bridge, contemplated the torrent, then, deciding they didn’t fancy it, leaving one of their members with its foal to slake their thirst, turned back and
lined themselves neatly along the shrubbery for Jackie to photograph them through her windscreen and after stepping out of the car.
We returned via Woodgreen where I photographed the landscape around the River Avon, its swans and mallards, and cattle lolling alongside.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s warming winter meat and vegetable stewp, with fresh crusty bread. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Cotes du Rhone.