On our forest drive yesterday afternoon, we noticed far more than a normal number of ponies on the moorland flanking Holmsley Passage.
Jackie found a safe spot to park on the verges of the crumbling lane.
As I disembarked
the horses all moved on
and I made an uphill effort to keep pace with them until they stopped to
merge with the burnished bracken and dehydrated gorse stems while noisily tearing tufts of tasty turf.
Cyclists’ whizzing wheels occasionally warned me to keep to the edge as they sped round bends down the steep sinuous slope.
When we arrived home Jackie photographed a trio of pigeons in the now nearly naked weeping birch tree.
Early this morning I watched a recording of the Women’s Rugby World Cup teams of Australia and England splashing around the waterlogged Aukland pitch, drenched by sheets of rain in their quarter final match; then the other game between Canada and USA.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s tasty chicken and vegetable stewp with which I drank Calvet Prestige Côtes du Rhône Villages 2021, and the Culinary Queen didn’t.