This afternoon Jackie took Flo and me for a drive.
We passed walkers among the grass of Saltgrass Lane, along which we
viewed low clouds giving the Isle of Wight the appearance of high mountains fronted by the Hurst Lighthouse and medieval castle; and
figures on the spit continuing along the low tide flats.
Unbeknown to each of us, while Jackie photographed a conversation with an ice cream vendor I focussed on a couple enjoying one of her wares.
The elder Assistant Photographer also photographed a perched black headed gull.
An abundance of wild flowers now carpet the verges of our lanes.
The anonymous decorator of the letter collection box on Pilley Hill has given us an Easter theme.
The last two of these pictures of a pony drinking in Pilley lake were Flo’s work.
Gentle donkeys took care of each other at East Boldre.
Tonight we dined on Jackie’s rich red chicken jalfrezi and equally colourful savoury rice with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Shiraz. Hard boiled eggs were added to the curry for Flo, who did not imbibe. She remembered that once when she was smaller I had made her a boiled egg curry.