Early this morning Jackie ventured into the garden with her camera to
sweep some cobwebs. Lingering raindrops reveal the arachnid lacework and the length of their funambulist ropes.
The Assistant Photographer also photographed colourful coreopsis in Margery’s Bed;
vibrant Virginia creeper draping the Westbrook Arbour;
and the moisture-laden Rose Garden with its backcloth of mist.
Later in the morning we drove to Milford on Sea pharmacy for a repeat prescription, then to Wessex Photographic in Lymington for a spare ink cartridge.
Shortly before noon we continued to Beaulieu Heath, atop a small hillock on which stood three walkers.
It must have been a relative of Nugget’s perched on a prickly spire because we had left him at home.
There was sprinkling of assorted mushrooms among the browned heather, the spiky gorse, the rough grass and the trailing brambles.
Jackie also photographed a model plane enthusiast with his aircraft.
A pair of ponies, one chestnut and one grey, blended and contrasted with the russet bracken.
As they each ambled across the road, passing the 40 m.p.h. sign painted on the tarmac, I reflected as so often that impact from a vehicle travelling at this speed would surely result in fatal injury.
Some quite large foals, like this one at East End, are still being suckled by their mothers.
Early morning mist usually results in sunny afternoons. So it was today when Nugget supervised Jackie’s planting of tulips.
“Where’s Nugget?” (36).
This evening we dined on Jackie’s succulent sausages in red wine; creamy mashed potatoes; crunchy carrots and cauliflower, with which she drank Blue Moon and I drank more of the Fleurie.