The sun made brief appearances during another warm day which we began by driving to Milford Pharmacy to collect repeat prescriptions.
The Needles Loch Ness Monster substitute cast its baleful eye over the proverbial millpond that was the Solent.
A gentleman entertained his frisky barking dogs on the shingle then walked away along the promenade.
We turned up Downton Lane and took a trip into the forest.
I imagine visiting children had enjoyed beavering at dams across the Wootton Bridge stream, even though it is somewhat depleted.
Bracken alongside the road to Burley is beginning to turn golden brown, and is still home to
discarded drink cans.
Donkeys were petted as usual beside The Fighting Cocks at Godshill,
while ponies blended or contrasted with the landscape across the road.
An idle wood pigeon hitched a ride on
one of the thatched pigs wandering across a Sandy Balls roof.
A sturdy Massey Ferguson tractor sent up dust clouds whilst harrowing a recently ploughed field alongside Hordle Lane.
This afternoon, whilst I was engaged in boring administration, Jackie photographed the Westbrook Arbour and its surroundings while Nugget kept her company in his usual helpful manner.
Occasionally spreading his wings he darted after prey;
after due investigation he decided against diving into watered holes;
he perched on trugs and watering cans;
and presented silhouettes from above.
And, of course, he posed for “Where’s Nugget?” (24)
Just before Jackie returned indoors, she witnessed a violent altercation between two robins in a hebe. One was sent packing. We hope it wasn’t Nugget.
This evening we dined at Lal Quilla where the greeting was as friendly and the food and service as excellent as ever. My main course was king prawn Ceylon; Jackie’s was chicken Hariyali; we shared a plain paratha, mushroom rice, and Tarka Dal; and both drank Kingfisher.