Readers of this morning’s earlier post will not be surprised to learn that, despite having sensibly skipped lunch, no further sustenance was needed until
today’s brunch taken at Lakeview Café. All tasty items in these generous platefuls were provided by the nearby Ferndene Farm Shop. Jackie, who photographed them has one each of tomatoes, bacon rashers, sausages, hash browns, and portions of mushrooms and baked beans. I enjoyed two of everything. Also included in the set meals were slices of toast and large mugs of tea, for me, and coffee for Jackie.
From the café we could see
the lakes with their still, silent, fishermen, and one old dog which heaved itself to its feet and mustered the energy to bark at me.
Strategically placed lifebelts were hung on a number of posts.
Before returning home we took a turn round Bisterne Close where
a squirrel sat on the tarmac finishing its own brunch, and
a number of ponies took theirs in the woodland.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s wholesome chicken and vegetable stewp and fresh bread and butter.
We were promised further heavy winds today. They were postponed until tonight, which may explain why we saw no free roaming animals on our trip to the forest.
On our way to the Milford pharmacy we stopped to watch
the waves surging with spray and crashing on rocks as they practised for the races they would be engaged in later.
Although shifting the lens just a few degrees to the right gave streaks of sunlight on the horizon,
the Isle of Wight remained invisible to the eye, despite a glimmer of blue sky, and enough light to catch the
lifebelt on a post.
Afterwards we progressed to Boldrewood via Lymington. Traffic lights on Southampton Road facilitated my photographing this pink magnolia set against the blue wash and fine Georgian window of an elegant terraced house of the period.
On the approach to Boldre Lane a couple of field horses showed eagerness to see what was occurring over their hedge.
The woodland itself presented
scenes of devastation such as are in evidence throughout the forest.
This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s fish and chips, pickled onions and gherkins with which we both drank Wairau Cove Sauvignon Blanc 2019.
Jackie’s photo story from this afternoon warrants a separate post which forms a sequel to this one.