Jackie cut my hair this morning.
She grabbed my Covid locks
and trimmed them down to size.
And here was I wishing to turn the clock back.
Contrary to expectations today, albeit several degrees cooler, was, from midday, bright and sunny.
We drove to Otter Nurseries to buy some primroses, including a pot for Elizabeth, which we took to her with a pair of gardening gloves. After a lengthy socially distanced pleasant conversation in her garden we took off for a drive.
A patch of green on Pilley Street generally fills with fresh, reflective, rainwater after the amount of rain we are currently experiencing.
Today a pair of ponies slaked their thirst thereon.
Kewlake Lane is one of those in the forest where local people have lined the verges with large stumps to deter visitors from parking on them. One mossy specimen, reflected in a pool, had been in use for quite some time. We looked down on a fairly orderly sun-streaked landscape.
Along Furzley Lane we encountered more basking ponies and one solitary donkey. The shaggy coated equines were out in force today.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s substantial, flavoursome, chicken and vegetable stewp, with tangy Welsh rarebit, and fresh French bread. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Garnacha.