Forest Foals

I made a good start on reducing my iPhotos collection by

removing all but one of those appearing in

But…..then we took a forest drive,

which means I added more. In this first gallery ponies shared the East End moorland with cattle, crows, and flies.

It is definitely the season for foals. This one didn’t like the look of me, hauled himself to his feet, and strode off for mother’s comfort.

Later, he could leave her to graze unmolested.

Another was not ready for striding; indeed it was so new it toppled over.

It should be apparent how close this little family was to the traffic passing through East Boldre. Moments after I took the last shot, a white van sped past, narrowly missing the youngster, forcing it to career into the post which somehow it managed to avoid and escaped unscathed.

Afterwards we brunched at Redcliffe Nurseries.

This evening we enjoyed second helpings of last night’s Chinese takeaway meal with which Jackie started on another bottle of the rosé while I finished the Malbec.

Loos Of London And English History

This morning’s effort at reducing the number of pictures in my iPhotos collection involved the removal of all those featuring in

and of those in

Thus I reduced the number to a reasonable extent.

I spent the rest of the day making considerable progress on reading ‘Early Medieval English’.

This evening we dined on Chinese Takeaway from Happy Wok in Ashley, with which Jackie drank more of the rosé and I drank more of the Malbec.

Keeping Balance

This morning’s iPhotos culling involved all but one of those featured in

and every one from

I retained just one from

I am thus keeping a somewhat better balance between deleting and increasing numbers of my iPhotos pictures.

Speaking of which, I have never until now understood why medics assessing the condition of elderly people sometimes ask whether they have recently fallen without an apparent reason.

The above post, containing the image from it, I have begun to understand, contains the answer, explaining why I can no longer lift my right arm above my head and the shoulder is always painful. You see my physical balance is rather rickety which is why the Nordic walking poles is helping.

I could not fathom why I had fallen, but I must simply have lost my equilibrium.

Now I am an expert furniture walker and when plodding around the garden constantly reach for the nearest branch or stem that doesn’t contain rose thorns. I also avoid steps like those leading up from the patio to the Dead End Path.

This morning Jackie visited Otter Nurseries where she bought two wooden stakes which she planted

above the step. I now have poles to grab which, unlike the metal posts beside them, are not supporting rose tree stems.

This evening we dined on soft centred haddock fish cakes, succulent ratatouille, boiled potatoes, cauliflower with its leaves chopped as brassica, carrots and spinach, with which Jackie drank more of the rosé and I drank Valle de Uco Malbec 2023.

What Spooked The Ponies?

Early this morning we visited Ferndene Farm Shop to purchase three 60 litre bags of compost and some trailing petunias, continuing on a forest drive.

Conker candelabra seem rather early this year on Bisterne Close.

We stopped on Holmsley Passage for a while and admired its flanking woodland.

Along Holmsley Road I wondered what had spooked the ponies who moments before had been basking in the sunshine. Now they were running this way and that. They don’t often expend that much energy.

Had they heard or imagined a crack of the equestrienne’s whip?

After she rode off they relaxed and carried on regardless. The mare with the magnificent mane sports the first flies of the year;

past the adjacent gorse groups we were treated to our first foal which stirred itself

for a feed.

On our way home we brunched at Redcliffe Nursery.

After this I spent several hours producing and publishing https://derrickjknight.com/2025/05/10/anglo-saxon-england/

This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s fish and chips; Mrs Elswood’s Sandwich gherkins; and Garner’s pickled onions, with which jackie drank more of the rosé while I finished there merlot.

An Earlier Post And Preparing A Review

Had I had the courage to photograph the lion, I would have retained it in my iPhotos from which I deleted all the pictures in

During the rest of the day I finished reading ‘Anglo-Saxon England’ and scanned the pictures for my review which I have begun drafting.

This evening we repeated our baked gammon meal with fresh vegetables. Jackie began another bottle of the rosé and I drank more of the merlot.

A Tribute To Donkeys

Anne, of Something Over Tea, in today’s post World Donkey Day 2025 enjoined us to honour a donkey today.

Here are just a few of the 455 images that I am honoured to feature scattered among my posts.

I read more of ‘Anglo Saxon England this afternoon.

Early this evening I was visited by a representative of Hampshire Police following up my recent ransomware experience, which will be added to their information. The policeman was very helpful and encouraging, gave me good advice, and left me useful reading material.

Later this evening we dined on baked gammon with a mustard sauce; new potatoes, carrots, broccoli and cauliflower, with which Jackie drank more of the rosé and I drank Washington State Limited Edition Merlot 2022, with which we toasted our American friends.

Bits And Pieces

This morning I busied myself with a backlog of domestic (e.g. ironing), and administrative tasks including filing, phone calls, and e-mails.

After lunch I deleted every photograph from my iPhotos of

and those of

This evening we delved into the freezer for the last helping of the chicken jalfrezi and rice for me, beef pie and vegetables for Jackie, who drank more of the rosé while I finished the Malbec.

Crystal Gifts

This morning we joined Crystal and Margaret for an enjoyable breakfast at The Potting Shed, after which we bade our goodbyes and regretfully saw them on the way to the next stage of their trip. We have spent three delightful days in their company.

We took a leisurely forest drive home.

May blossom at Abbotswell shared the landscape with the longer flowering gorse. One adage enjoins us to “Ne’er cast a clout (i.e. layer of clothing) until May is out.” The jury is out on whether this refers to the end of the month or to the white blossom’s blooming period. Gorse, however, promotes another, viz.  “When gorse is out of bloom, kissing is out of fashion” reflects its all the year round flowering, although it is at its most dazzling gold in May and June. 


These bluebells on the verge at Godshill are of our upright native English variety, slowly being overcome by or hybridised with the more flamboyant Spanish ones.

A pair of foraging ponies were oblivious to the traffic they were blocking. Jackie squeezed through the gap but the oncoming driver was not confident of attempting that. Perhaps his car was a bit wider.

Back home, the Head Gardener potted up more hanging baskets, completed the clearance of the onions and other weeds from the

Dead End Path,

and continued her work on the Brick Path.

The viburnum plicatum that Margaret had admired on Friday has now reached its peak.

Throughout our garden we have inherited trees and shrubs planted in the wrong places.

An example is this tree with white blossom we cannot identify too close to the cryptomeria with the result that they now vie for space. Can anyone identify it?


Crystal has given us two very thoughtful gifts. The dragon bearing a crystal ball for Jackie reflects her dragon bed and obviously the donor’s name; my ball point pen bears a pull-out scroll of the language symbols created by Crystal’s Cherokee ancestors in order to be able to communicate in writing with the incomers. I haven’t discovered how to hold the scroll outstretched and photograph it at the same time.

This evening we dined on filled crust pizza and fresh salad with which Jackie drank Sárga Borház Tokaji Késöi Szüret Late Harvest 2022, while I finished the Cabernet Sauvignon.

Why Shady?

Many of our paths and beds bear names that are historic because of changes we have made.

So it was with the Shady Path, originally named because the beds around it were so overgrown as to cover it in permanent shade.

Two days ago Jackie finished her work on clearing the path of weeds, especially pernicious minuscule onion bulbs. Readers may notice the section opposite the decking which had been infested.

Yesterday she cleared and removed resident ants which she found had shifted most of the soil from the roots of the plants in the urn covering the old well.

She lifted the plants, replaced the spoiled soil with fresh compost and settled the flowers back in.

Today she carried out the same process with another terracotta pot sans ants.

tells the story of the early transformation.

This afternoon I read more of ‘Anglo-Saxon England’.

Our dinner this evening consisted of pork shoulder steaks baked with mustard and Demerara sugar, topped with toasted almonds; Bramley apple sauce, boiled potatoes, carrots and broccoli. I drank more of the Cabernet Sauvignon.

A Result

Today I deleted from my iPhotos, all the images featured in

but only two of those in

Yesterday I had been advised to try my non-functioning bank card in an ATM and follow directions to unblock it. I had no confidence in my ability to do that so I visited the nearest still accessible branch of my bank in Lymington to seek help. Fortunately we were able to park right outside, but were required to pay by card at a machine. I left Jackie struggling to work out how to do this while I presented my problem to a teller inside. He was unable to unblock it so will order me a new pin. It hadn’t been just me, then. When I left the bank Jackie was still struggling to interpret the machine operation. This meant we didn’t pay. In soccer parlance that was a result.

This afternoon I read more of ‘Anglo-Saxon England’.

This evening we reprised Jackie’s beef pie meal with fresh vegetables, accompanied in her case by more of the Fiano Salento, and in mine by Coonawarra Cabernet Sauvignon 2022.