At midday Jackie drove us to Hockey’s Farm shop for an excellent brunch and to reintroduce Flo to the north of the forest.
Ponies at Ibsley and mossy rooted trees were reflected in the pool that covers waterlogged terrain.
Before eating we introduced our granddaughter to Hockey’s humorous alpacas lining up for their passport photographs and to
their colourful penned chickens.
Afterwards the two women wandered over to the exotic aviary while I waited in the car.
The thatched fox opposite the farm shop has come no nearer to catching the ducks he has in his sights.
Ponies on the road towards Gorley Common ensured our slow progress,
giving us the opportunity to track a small herd of deer from different viewpoints. At least three young males were present, and one pure white one was occasionally glimpsed.
The thatcher of a house in North Gorley celebrated his last year’s refurbishment with champagne while donkeys lolled or scratched further along the road.
This evening we enjoyed dining on alcohol free Red Chilli takeaway fare.