After their meal last night everyone came back here and we enjoyed a pleasant continuation of the birthday celebration, including Flo’s firm and moist mango flavoured cake.
While the others slept in this morning Jackie and I took a trip into the forest. As it was another warm and sunny day beneath a clear cerulean sky featuring clustered cotton cloud we experienced an influx of visitors enjoying the last rays of summer.
This meant a gentler pace gained along our lanes and thoroughfares:
we followed cyclists along Undershore, so sinuous as to make passing dangerous;
horse riders ambling oblivious along Furzey Lane;
and slow moving traffic, their progress halted by ponies on various roads – all part of New Forest retirement life.
The clipped tails of some of the ponies betrayed their recent attendance at Drift annual roundups and health checks.
Dozing donkeys basked in shade on the verges of Pilley Street
alongside the former telephone box book exchange attached to the village shop that has now moved to the new Community Hall.
The aforementioned horse riders on Furzey Lane travelled beneath
horse chestnuts soon to bounce on the tarmac
and maple seeds preparing to execute rocking helicopter descents.
This afternoon I watched the rugby World Cup matches between Portugal and Georgia, and between England and Chile.
Becky and Ian returned home before dinner this evening, which consisted of Red Chilli takeaway fare. My choice was prawn pathia, enjoyed with Becky’s doggy bag prawns and coconut rice from yesterday’s Thai meal. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Montepulciano D’Abruzzo 2020.