On another very warm afternoon we visited Otter Nurseries in search of a garden bench. The queue inside was most uninviting, so we took a forest drive and revisited the outlet on our way home when the queues had subsided and Jackie ordered what she wanted.
Otter’s car park was lined with the moon daisies that are very prolific at the moment.
Gilpins’s cornus in full bloom towers, as usual, above the garden wall.
Perched on a stand at Portmore a spectator supervises a caprine push-me-pull-you.
Through traffic at Pilley needed to drive round ponies on the road
while avoiding calves on the verges.
Hatchet Pond accommodated water lilies, a moorhen,
Canada geese and their goslings,
and swans with their cygnets,
while a black-headed gull kept an eye on Caring for the Forest.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s wholesome beef and mushroom pie; boiled Jersey Royal potatoes; swede and new potato mash; firm carrots, cauliflower, and Brussels sprouts, with which I drank more of the Malbec.