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When Aaron and Sean cleared space for the promised greenhouse, they stacked the cut branches at the end of the Back Drive.
I chopped or broke them into manageable sizes and filled two of our large orange containers with them. There is still enough for two more bags. Jackie and I took them to the dump and returned with a very large saucer for a big planter tub.
While I worked, big black bees and Small White butterflies were equally busy alongside me among the fuchsias and the verbena bonarensises in the New Bed.
From the recycling centre we went on a driveabout.
At Sway we came across a group of ponies bearing the identification marks showing that they had experienced The Drift.
When I featured this annual event, I explained that tails were clipped, collars replaced, and branding applied. This animal displays all three.
It was actually quite difficult to show the cuts on the tails because they were constantly being used as fly whisks.
Wherever the creature had rolled in the mud, it had besmirched its nice new collar;
whilst this one’s bath had obscured its brand.
We visited Milford on Sea to investigate the fortunes of Mr Pink’s Fish and Chips since its recent fire. Unfortunately it is closed until further notice.
The shingle and the rocks along the coastline were well populated, as can be seen by this shot of Hurst Point Lighthouse, the story of which can be seen here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurst_Point_Lighthouse
Others were bathing in the water,
seated on folding chairs,
reading newspapers, or flashing tattoos.
This evening we dined on duck breasts in plum sauce; roast new potatoes in their jackets and peppers in chillies and herbs; and crisp carrots and green beans. I finished the Fleurie.