I’m happy to say that James Peacock sorted out our internet problem this morning, in time for me to keep a dental checkup appointment, which was satisfactory.
We celebrated by buying a new washing machine to replace our older one which is becoming cantankerous.
This afternoon I was able to feature yesterday’s forest drive with photographs.
After three days and nights of gales it was refreshing that afternoon to experience gleaming sunlight glinting off
wet leaves and rivulets running down verges such as these in
Undershore, with its
and lichen covered trunks rising from high, soggy, verges.
Broken, lichen-green, branches dangled from wind blown trees.
High hedgerows lined one side of Bull Hill
while autumn leaves
and holly berries carpeted the other, more level, equally damp, terrain.
The wheels of most vehicles, like this bus at East Boldre, flung up showers of scintillating spray.
Outside East End the beautifully patterned hides of damp pasturing ponies sparkled in low relief.
One reflective verge revealed an image of a pedestrian gate beside a cattle grid at the Lymington end of Sowley Lane.
While I was making up my mind whether to focus on a flock of pheasants or a female deer in a field, the ruminant fled off into the distance.
This evening we dined on pork spare ribs marinaded in lime and ginger sauce and topped with satay sauce on a bed of Jackie’s colourful savoury rice, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank Pierre Jaurant Merlot – Cabernet Sauvignon Bordeaux 2020.