Last night we watched the first episode of series 3 of The Crown. Apart from the political aspects of the Wilson premiership I well remember the death of Winston Churchill in 1965.
At the time I was working close to Westminster Bridge and photographed the queue of thousands waiting to pay their respects to his lying in state. These pictures feature in this post: https://derrickjknight.com/2012/05/22/the-scent-of-a-squirrel/
This morning I printed a set of photographs for Aaron of the gate he finished building on 2nd February.
Storm Dennis wept all over our area today, but he dropped his wind this afternoon. We therefore decided to go for a drive.
Racing rivulets like this one in Angel Lane ran down the gutters and verges,
rushing round into roads like Christchurch Road which is the main thoroughfare between Lymington and New Milton.
Sometimes vehicles took a wide berth with awkward consequences when they met oncoming traffic. This could result in a bucketload of water hitting windscreens in seconds. We know. It happened to us.
In order to produce these images I needed to hoist up my trouser legs and paddle through the muddy water to the sodden verge. My shoes were a little damp when I returned to the car.
Our next stop was on Barrows Lane where Jackie settled the Modus among the heavily pitted reflective gravel pools while I crossed
Sway Road to photograph a flooded field alongside
the equally waterlogged Lower Mead End Road.
Further flowing fields flooded Flexford Lane.
The junction with South Sway Lane looked so impassable that Jackie refused to turn left to investigate the circumstances of our gimlet eyed equine friend whose home would now surely be under water. She preferred to turn round and drive uphill to approach the field from the more elevated end of the lane.
As we passed Sway Tower, we noticed that streaks of blue sky stretched above.
Back down South Sway Lane we found our equine quarry, his eye now so baleful that I felt really bad that I had not brought a carrot. Anything.
Far less field, and what there was was muddy. Shaggy sodden coat and looking in need of comfort.
Pitmore Lane was also waterlogged. You can imagine what happened to me when I perched on the verge trying to merge into the fences to take these pictures.
Around the corner on Sway Road someone had thought to spread some cones along a soggy bend.
Further back we had passed a field containing a fallen tree.
Hordle Lane is perhaps 100 yards on the opposite side of Christchurch Road to our house. In a number of locations the ditches are now flowing across the road.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s luscious lemon chicken and scrumptious vegetable savoury rice with which she drank Peroni and I drank more of the Cahors.
