This afternoon we visited Ober Water at Puttles Bridge.
I employed the walking stick that Elizabeth gave me a few years ago, otherwise I would now have found too many trip hazards from the
exposed tree roots from which the soil has been washed into the river over many years.
Along Rhinefield Road we encountered many ponies with foals.
The first picture in this gallery shows a parent on the right taking objection to foal canoodling with hers and buffeting it to encourage it to shove off, which it did, seeking the security of its mother who led her offspring to the safer side of the road.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy chicken jalfrezi; mushroom rice; vegetable samosas and parathas.