Reminders Of Storm Conall

The gently pastel-streaked dawn photographed by Jackie didn’t really live up to promise;

neither did the brief sunshine tipping the trees on Beckley Common road remain long enough to provide a hoped for visible sunset

when, on a forest drive, we splashed around lanes like Gorley Road making us feel grateful that we had not received the severe flooding experienced elsewhere in the UK.

Later, I read more of Elizabeth Goudge’s ‘Gentian Hill’, after which we dined on roast duck breasts, tender inside yet with crispy skins and Yorkshire pudding; boiled new potatoes; crunchy carrots; firm Brussels sprouts and cauliflower with its leaves simulating cabbage, and tasty gravy, accompanied, in my case, by South African Coastal Region Pinotage 2022.

A Hole In The Hedge.

Danni has e-mailed me two more photographs from yesterday’s visit.

They were engrossed in one activity or another.

Note the tiptoes.

This morning’s steady rain made way for an afternoon of bright sunshine prompting us to drive to the north of the forest, via South Sway Lane where

our friendly equine henceforth, in recognition of her eye, to be called Gimlet ignored my invitations to eat a carrot I held up to view. She remained in the high corner of her field which, although

not completely waterlogged,

was decidedly squelchy.

While I was attempting to tempt Gimlet Jackie collected another bag of horse manure before moving on

to Gorley Road,

one of the more dramatically flooded lanes we were to encounter. Each passing vehicle sent up sunlit spray splashing anything or anyone within reach.

Jackie is working on adjusting to her varifocal specs, especially in relation to peripheral vision when driving. She was therefore very pleased that she was able to spot a solitary  Egyptian goose in a field further along the road.

Naturally I had to photograph it

through a hole in the hedge.

While I was at it I pictured a distant herd of deer and

a horse in a rug designed for protection against the overnight colder temperatures.

 

We continued to Furze Hill along which donkeys ambled, passing basking ponies, and occasionally pausing to

clip a hedge

or hold us up with a scratch. The pictures of the three donkeys on the road and clipping the hedge are Jacki’e work.

 

I photographed some of the ponies and

while I was tempted by the sound of its fast flowing water to concentrate on Latchmore Stream

the Assistant Photographer demonstrated why she is not really secondary.

A little further along the road another herd of deer scarpered when I poked my camera at them.

This evening we dined on left overs from last night’s takeaway meal augmented by Jackie’s authentic chicken curry.