Before lunch I recovered the pictures to
Jackie then took me on a postprandial forest drive, where the floor, like this along Bisterne Close was now,
its splendid beeches having let fall
last autumn’s leaves nestling around fallen branches, some moss-covered, some well camouflaged, pretty dry.
Shaggy ponies, still sporting their cold weather protection, crunched and thudded around.
Glittering catkins swayed in neighbouring gardens.
Logging crews engaged in controlled burning created bonfires in Anderwood.
Landscapes became more hazy as the afternoon rolled on.
This evening we dined on succulent chicken in Nando’s medium peri-peri marinade and Jackie’s flavoursome and colourful savoury rice with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Frappato-Syrah.