Whoever has again begun to decorate the letter box on Pilley Street must have applied this before the recent Women’s World Cup Soccer final.
It was a most unusual herd of cattle grazing on the green there that, instead of displaying their customary curiosity and approaching me for a better view, quickly moved off at a trot and showed me clean sets of heels and bony hips.
Shetland ponies on the opposite side of the road simply pressed on with their important pasturage business.
Who was perched upon South West Cradles’s crane in New Road, Blackfield but Superman and Wonder Woman?
This evening we dined on Jackie’s colourful fried vegetable rice with tempura prawns, two hot and spicy types of the shrimps preparations, and vegetable spring rolls, with which she drank more of the chardonnay and I drank more of the GSM.
This afternoon Jackie took Flo and me for a drive.
We passed walkers among the grass of Saltgrass Lane, along which we
viewed low clouds giving the Isle of Wight the appearance of high mountains fronted by the Hurst Lighthouse and medieval castle; and
figures on the spit continuing along the low tide flats.
Unbeknown to each of us, while Jackie photographed a conversation with an ice cream vendor I focussed on a couple enjoying one of her wares.
The elder Assistant Photographer also photographed a perched black headed gull.
An abundance of wild flowers now carpet the verges of our lanes.
The anonymous decorator of the letter collection box on Pilley Hill has given us an Easter theme.
The last two of these pictures of a pony drinking in Pilley lake were Flo’s work.
Gentle donkeys took care of each other at East Boldre.
Tonight we dined on Jackie’s rich red chicken jalfrezi and equally colourful savoury rice with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Shiraz. Hard boiled eggs were added to the curry for Flo, who did not imbibe. She remembered that once when she was smaller I had made her a boiled egg curry.