Rising Ground Mist

Late this morning Helen and Bill visited to leave presents. This saved us a journey because we were able to exchange ours for them and their grandchildren.

This afternoon, shortly after sunset, Jackie drove me to Holmsley Passage and back.

A grey pony’s coat pierced the gloom of the moorland;

the headlights of a car reflected on the damp tarmac pierced the gloom of the Passage.

Small pockets of ground mist rose from moorland there,

and beside Wootton Bridge.

This evening we all dined on Hordle Chinese Take Away’s excellent fare, with which I finished the Douro, Jackie drank Diet Pepsi, and Flo and Dillon drank fruit cordial.


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