This morning Becky drove Dillon and his family to Heathrow to see him safely off to America for the next month. All went smoothly and the ladies returned with Ellie early this evening.
After lunch, Jackie took me on a forest drive.
Ponies stood out in a distant hazy landscape on yet another shirt-sleeves mild afternoon.
At Puttles Bridge I passed a pile of sawn limbs from a recently fallen tree,
and followed a family of cyclists approaching the bridge.
Rippling, fast running, Ober Water had filled somewhat since our last visit.
Oak leaves gathered among exposed tree roots and swept along a surface clear enough to see the river bed.
Just one cluster of mushrooms was visible.
The dried pool beside South Weirs Telephone Box was reappearing, and had tempted ponies to come for their lunch
alongside neighbouring houses.
This evening we all dined on succulent roast chicken; crisp Yorkshire pudding and roast potatoes; firm carrots, cauliflower and broccoli, with meaty gravy. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Santa Julia, Reserve, 2020.