Knowing that this morning’s dry weather was due to turn wet – which it did – Jackie and I took a forest drive that needed to extend no further than Pilley where rich photographic pickings were to be found.
As we clanked and clattered across the cattle grid into the village we found a veritable herd of shaggy haired donkeys foraging, sleeping, and scratching around the green at Pilley Street and May Lane
Some sprawled somnolently, their hooves tucked beneath them;
a small group surrounded a car attempting to drive down the lane;
others tore and crunched at prickly bushes;
one adventurous animal investigated a parked truck.
Some of those not using low scratching posts engaged in mutual grooming. The last of this group of pictures was obtained through the passenger window glass. I would the window down, saying I wonder whether I could get a clearer shot through the opening. “You won’t” said Jackie. An instant later the eye of a donkey appeared in my viewfinder. The hopeful animal had obscured my sight as it attempted to enter the Modus.
We wondered whether to take home to Dillon a baseball cap left on a post.
Further on, we witnessed much reflective activity on Pilley’s lake,
including that of Canada geese,
a pair of mallards,
and the ripples beneath an inactive set of branches.
Opposite the bus stop a grey pony enjoyed a lunch of cold soup. The last six of these pictures are Jackie’s.
Later, I continued the tedious task of facilitating enlargement of the pictures in the following posts from the Classic Editor period:
This evening we all dined on tender roast beef, crisp roast potatoes, parsnips, and Yorkshire pudding, with firm carrots and Brussels sprouts, and meaty gravy. Ellie enjoyed her squashed vegetables with gravy and horseradish sauce. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Shiraz.