Bejewelled Garden; Golden Skies; Flooded Fields

Once, late this morning, our overnight storm had subsided the sun and recent raindrops set the garden sparkling and reflecting.

These photographs were produced from inside and, except for the window panes, from above. All are named in the gallery.

This afternoon I made a good start on reading ‘The Leopard’.

We were enjoying late afternoon sunshine, so took a forest drive.

Cattle hogged the road at East Boldre,

where the low sun glowed gold,

and ponies grazed on the verge.

Sunset sheltered behind pines at Hatchet Pond.

The moorland and the tarmac bore much of our overnight rain, especially from the burst banks of Lymington River. One of the consequences of the number of potholes is that they cannot be seen when filled with water.

This young woman was more amused than hurt by her fall which must have been caused by such a sudden depth.

Here are my images of the flooded fields,

and cars spraying through the tarmac;

and here are Jackie’s of the fields.

This evening we dined on baked gammon; ratatouille; cauliflower cheese; sautéed cabbage, leeks, and red onions; carrots and broccoli, with which I finished the Côtes du Rhône Villages