Before visiting Otter Nurseries for compost this morning we took a drive into the forest.
We met two different large vans on Undershore. This was the widest, straightest, end of this narrow sinuous lane.
A solitary pony made its way past a row of old thatched cottages facing the green at Pilley.
On the outskirts of the village, a group of ponies on the road revealed the freshly cut tails clearly received during a recent Drift.
I don’t think any of them would have tossed this can onto the verge.
Overlooked by a pigeon atop a dying tree
fine islands of water lilies float on a section of Hatchet Pond,
where an eager moorhen went blackberrying.
A slender barefoot woman walked over the shingle at low tide on Tanners Lane beach; rolled up her jeans; and joined her frisky dog splashing and paddling.
I spent the afternoon listening to the second day of the fourth Ashes Test match.
Jackie presented two teapots for Nugget’s consideration.
One is hidden on the trunk of the copper beech;
another in the ivy against the south fence of the Rose Garden.
“Where’s Nugget?” (15)
The Head Gardener also photographed these views.
This evening we dined on a splendid meal at Faros in Milford on Sea. Jackie chose Zucchini fritters followed by lamb giouvetsi with plentiful fresh salad; my selection was baked meatballs and beef stilfado with chips. Mrs Knight drank half of a Toast while I drank Xinomavro.