Because of the upcoming bank holiday weekend it will be a few days before I am able to upload more pictures.
I am therefore unable to attach new ones to the text of our forest drive of 25th, so I am substituting similarish images from my archives.
After a night of what I call proper rain – that is, steady non-violent precipitation rather than weighty plops dropped at sudden intervals and bouncing off baked soil surfaces to sizzle in the scorching heat –
shallow pools were beginning to return to the moorland
and potholed gravel drives.
Shallow streams began to ripple once more,
and the landscape began to brighten.
Ponies could once again be reflected beside pools,
although this one at the western East Boldre corner of St Leonards Road, often, in wetter periods providing ponies with gazpacho soup, remained no more than a slight puddle before a bank of gorse and bracken.
A pair of donkeys seen regularly on Sowley Road
sporting patterns of hide as wet as those of these ponies a year ago,
apples dropped from a tree above. (OK, the donkeys pictured are eating carrots, but we have to use materials available to us).
Kayakers were observed on Lymington River as we waited for the level crossing into the town.
This evening we dined on succulent chicken marinaded in mango and chilli sauce and Jackie’s superb savoury rice, with which she drank Hoegaarden, I drank Calvet Prestige Côtes du Rhône Villages 2021, and Flo and Dillon drank fruit cordial. This was what had been in the process of being cooked when yesterday’s outage hit. This had been caused by a skein of geese flying into power cable which exploded in protest.