This afternoon I e-mailed a full set of yesterday’s dinner photographs to Becky. These included two more,
not posted yesterday, of herself and Flo taken by Jackie; and of her daughter with her grandparents taken by our daughter.
Later Jackie visited Ferndene Farm Shop, then took me on a short forest drive.
The preponderance of black foals outside Holmsley Campsite prompted speculation from a young woman to whom I spoke about how many had been sired by the same stallion. I mentioned that I had been told that the offspring of grey ponies never begin with their mother’s colouring although they may grow into it later.
Around the corner in Forest Road a cow, keen to chew oak cud, craned her neck to pull down a suitable branch.
Along Wilverley Road a posse of ponies played disrupt the traffic, while others grazed on greening grass. There a foal bore its mother’s colouring.
Later Jackie photographed a group of caterpillars sawing their way through the leaves of her variegated poplar in order to ask readers if anyone can identify them.
Yesterday evening Jackie’s Sampan dish was too hot for her so we ordered a Pasanda instead, and brought the hotter meal home for me this evening. I enjoyed it, served with Jackie’s omelette-topped savoury rice and a paratha. That, in football parlance, was a result. The others tucked into two types of prawn preparation instead. The Culinary Queen drank more of the French white wine; I drank more of the Shiraz; Dillon, Magner’s Cider, and Flo, a fruit drink.