On a mizzly murky morning we drove to Lymington for a few final present purchases.
The window of the Oakhaven Children’s Charity Shop in the High Street and the front green of the Church of St Thomas and All Angels both bore Nativity scenes, while the latter contained a bed of remembrance poppies beside those surrounding the War Memorial.
After a Costa coffee in a dry shop we continued into the forest in search of damp equines., of which we found some.
A donkey family munched gorse. A rather large foal attempted to vary its diet by seeking sustenance from a darker hued dam. She was not interested.
The avenue into Ashenwood dripped silently, as did
St Leonard’s Road’s bare oaks,
along the muddy verges of which
our oft-seen friends, now with matted coats sought soggy sustenance.
This evening we dined on fried eggs, chips, and baked beans with which Jackie drank Concha y Toro Casillero del Diablo Reserva Sauvignon Blanc 2021 and I drank more of the Lirac.