Early this morning Jackie photographed
Ellie, perched on tiptoe and reaching for Norrie on the TV screen.
She then applied her lens to her Morning Glory, and, at the end of our trip out, to the display boxes decorating New Milton’s roads.
After lunch, before our drive, she drove me to Sears Barbers for a haircut and photographed the process.
We returned along the coast road where I undertook the photography. Despite the ever stiffening breeze blowing off the Solent, still sporting my shirtsleeves, and having rather less hair covering, I was perfectly warm on the clifftop.
The Isle of Wight, The Needles, and the lighthouse with its red eye, stood out in the gloom,
as did the Hurst lighthouse.
Churning waves sped across the sea to the rocks beneath the crumbling cliff,
cleaving the line of breakwaters.
Walkers along the promenade passed thrift resisting the wind.
The sun occasionally glinted on the sea surface smooth enough for yachting.
On our return home a pony crossed Forest Road.
Beside Holmsley Camp Site ponies shared the landscape with English Longhorn and Belted Galloway cattle and their usual crows;
one foal made a beeline for a feed.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s tasty fusilli Bolognese and Parmesan cheese with which she drank Silvaner Spätlese Rheinhessen 2020, and I drank Selone Cabernet Zinfandel 2021.