In mid-morning a smoky burnished golden brown cupola had descended over Downton. By lunchtime rain had set in for the day. Afterwards I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2022/03/16/a-knights-tale-116-a-ploughing-contest/
Peering through a rain-smeared windscreen Jackie and I took a drive in search of wet ponies.
On a soggy bank beside Hatchet Pond damp donkeys tore at prickly hedges, while the usual
pair of mallards occupied the waterlogged terrain seeming to extend the pond on the banks of which
gulls sat with dripping feathers.
More sodden donkeys sought sustenance beneath naked trees at East Boldre;
hardy ponies on the moor were shrouded in rain-mist.
This very much seasonal reflecting pool is filling up once more.
Sopping ponies pastured along Tanners Lane, at the end of which
fresh pools had formed at the entrance to the beach.
This evening Becky and Flo cooked a very tasty chicken risotto which we all enjoyed. Becky and Ian drank Zesty white; Jackie drank Pinot Blush; and I drank more of the Monastrell.