With a weak sun periodically lifting the grey of the day, after a shop at Tesco Jackie and I drove into the forest, where we found reflecting pools continuing along the lanes and verges,
such as those of Bisterne Close;
Forest Road, where one rather bewildered gull looked bemused as a flock of others took off when we arrived;
and Beckley Common Road, along which the worst potholes have actually recently been filled.
This latter road also harbours discarded wheelbarrows beside mossy roots like those on the bank at the other end of
Bennets Lane from
The White Buck pub.
Another wrecked van has been dumped on the path to a house off Molsley Passage. I hope the residents take comfort from the
golden gorse landscape they can look out on.
Currently the ubiquitous blackthorn rivals the splendour of the gorse.
Although we are certainly seeing harbingers of spring, ponies like this one on Bisterne Close are retaining their shaggy winter coats.
This evening we all dined on Jackie’s tasty penne Bolognese with Parmesan cheese. I added Scotch Bonnet sauce to mine. The Culinary Queen and Ian both drank Blue Moon and I drank more of the Cabernet Sauvignon.