We drove through tears wept with varying velocity and frequency by this morning’s miserable skies, first to Ferndene Farm Shop for the purchase of a Christmas tree, then to the forest for a drive.
On one side of Braggers Lane
a curious cow left its companions in a field in order watch the cars go by;
on the other, field horses enjoyed individual helpings of fodder,
while other bovines stretched out on the brow of a hill.
Some birches retained lingering leaves,
and mushrooms simulated flower petals.
This tree along Ringwood Road has been propped by a slab of wood for as long as we have been driving past.
After lunch we applied ourselves to preparing for Christmas. Jackie revised the present list and I made a start on the cards. We noticed how each year the numbers are reduced by death. As I typed this Jackie called out “I’ve just found Scooby on the Christmas list”. This was Becky’s dog who is buried in our garden.
Later, we visited the Everton Post Office to buy stamps and post a couple of cards abroad. By this time
the skies were smiling, so we diverted to
Barton on Sea to catch the sunset, then on to Milford on Sea where there was still enough light to catch
the Christmas decorations on the village green.
This evening we dined on second helpings of the roast chicken with fresh vegetables and Yorkshire pudding with which Jackie finished the Sauvignon Blanc and I drank more of the Rioja.