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We spent the morning on garden maintenance tasks.
Jackie, with minimal assistance from me, retrained the Wedding Day rose
on the Agriframes arch.
We then reversed the process in that The Head Gardener weeded a route through to the red Japanese maple that was looking very poorly, if not somewhat wizened. She then stood ready for me to pass bits lopped or sawn off.
The final result didn’t look too bad.
We then finished rebuilding the pillar for the urn in the Rose Garden.
Here is a view across the grass patch between tulips and the eucalyptus.
This afternoon we went for a drive in the forest.
A stream kept one of the Brockenhurst fords under water. That is probably one SLOW notice that is unlikely to be ignored.
As I stood on the footbridge to take this shot, a family descended into view. Mother and son joined me on the bridge while father and daughter, dog in tow, entered into a coercive conversation. The dog appeared to want to go in the opposite direction.
It was not long before the reason for this became clear. These three dashed across the water filled ford. When I quipped “I didn’t get that. Could you do it again?”, Dad declined. However he did add “That’s what having a horrible daughter is like”. In the ensuing conversation I was given permission to post both the photographs and this statement.
An obliging motorist, without being asked, then drove his car through the water.
Further on, at Boundway, we spotted evidence that a child had left the woods sans socks and at least one shoe.
The high sun cast shadows of the trees onto the undulating leafy terrain.
A brimstone butterfly fluttered about. Can you spot it here?
Loggers had been at work above the gorse laden hills overlooking Wilverly.
I think the white figure here was one of a couple of cattle. They were a bit far away for me to be certain.
Soon after we left this area, Jackie alerted me to a wasps’ nest on an outbuilding.
This evening we dined on Mr Chatty Man’s Chinese Take Away fare with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden while I drank more of the madiran.