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“You are very brave coming out on a morning like this”, was a greeting given to Jackie when we arrived at
Setley Farm Shop.
The rhythm of the windscreen wipers; the whoosh of wheels throwing up spray; the torrential tattoo beaten on the car roof as we peered into approaching headlights became backing notes as we sped along our route. The radiating starlights approaching in the third picture was the driver’s warning signal of the cyclist standing beside the left bridge support.
Once arrived at Setley Jackie had to rush through the rain leaving its marks on the Modus windows.
Rivulets ran, and raindrops splashed puddles, down lanes, like Sandy Down, where lies a somewhat
battered tree trunk barrier intended to deter verge parking.
A string of damp equestrians trekked up Church Lane,
while hardy ponies stood on the far side of the swollen lake at Pilley.
Jacqueline visited this afternoon and a wide-ranging conversation ensued until she returned to Elizabeth later.
Ian rejoined us and we dined on battered fish, chips, onion rings, and mushy peas from Ashley’s, with which I drank more of the Kruger Elements.