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This morning Paul and Margery delivered the nicely mounted signed painting that John created on 21st September.
We brunched at Hockey’s Farm Shop.
In the lane outside a donkey rushed to our open car window in search of treats. No-one had told it that Halloween was over.
Its cousins in the farm field, having no need to cadge, could afford to ignore me.
They also took no notice of horses in the neighbouring paddock.
They shared their own grass with very small ponies
and with alpacas.
adorned trees over the Ibsley forded stream
in which their reflections swayed in dance.
Sunlight dappled the woodland alongside. If you do enlarge this last one, please ignore the litter.
As with all safely fallen forest trees, this one will remain where it lies, in the interests of ecology.
An antique coach with rather younger hitched trace-horses was parked outside the Alice Lisle pub near Ringwood.
The horses were in harness,
although one looked rather smug,
as part of its equipage dangled free.
The smaller wheels stood at rest below the cab, while the the coachmen presumably enjoyed a glass of porter in the pub.
Hopefully neither the learner nor his or her instructor will have imbibed too much.
This evening we dined on a pepperoni pizza and salad, with which Jackie drank sparkling water and I finished the Fronton.