The gales were back in force today, with 50 m.p.h. winds and driving rain – so much so that it was hard to remember
when we set off for a forest drive in headlights-gloom at 3 p.m.
Some 30 minutes later brief glimpses of blue sky and white cloud ripped indigo canopies above
the rippling reflections of waterlogged roadside verges along St Leonards Road.
where damp ponies
past the ruins of the 13th century granary barn that once served Beaulieu Abbey.
Sunset was visible at East Boldre just after 4 p.m. Later the rains hammered down once more.
This evening we all dined on chicken pieces marinaded in mango piri-piri sauce and Jackie’s savoury vegetable rice, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Côtes du Rhône. Everyone else abstained.