Early this morning I wished our young family well as they set off on their next house-hunting trip to Scotland, then settled down to watch the humdinger of a World Cup rugby match between Ireland and South Africa.
The day here remained overcast until the arrival of sunny spells this
afternoon which enlivened the views, like this one from Abbotswell hill, on our post prandial forest drive.
Still an inviting weekend many pedestrians, such as these
backpacked walkers on Holmsley Passage and descending a hill outside Burley;
or this jogger on Abbotswell Road, were in evidence.
We passed a couple of Tamworth pigs dicing with death on the main road near the entrance to Charles’s Lane where we stopped for me to walk back to them. Suddenly I heard their piercing squawking
approaching as they appeared atop the hilly verge dashing towards me and saving me the effort.
Some way down the lane they ventured into the undergrowth, emerged lower down the main road and demonstrated that they had not learned their lesson. Jackie screamed at the blue car to stop as it sped round the approaching bend.
Pannage has begun. Gloucester Old Spots in particular have taken to the road in search of acorns and other mast, probably unaware that, while feasting themselves with autumn’s treats for themselves, they are saving ponies from poisoning themselves.
This first group were scampering along Newtown Road, Gorley;
and these, along the road through Ibsley,
where cattle stoically ignore flies.
Mossy roots were exposed on the shady Newtown Road verges, sunlight pierced the foliage to dapple those at Frogham,
where donkey foals basked and scratched beside Abbotswell Road..
Later, I watched the rugby World Cup match between Scotland and Tonga; the second half while we both sat on the sofa enjoying left-overs from last night’s Red Chilli takeaway.