When my struggles to pay a couple of bills on line, although ultimately successful, this afternoon had reduced me to a state of apoplexy, Jackie suggested a forest drive. This seemed a good idea.
We had driven up to and beyond Penn Common without finding anything of photographic interest until we found fauna galore down
Newbridge Road, where Jackie parked the Modus and I wandered
among the cattle in the woodland where winter- shaggy curious cows and calves roamed, scratched, canoodled and occasionally disrupted traffic.
Further down the hill was the domain of ponies, also sporting their extra thick coats brought on by our recent cold spell.
A few of these had crossed the road to converse with field horses at their gate.
As we approached Bramshaw a string of Saddleback piglets escaping from a pen somewhere streamed across the road in front of us. Jackie wound down her window for me to catch them rushing by on the muddy verge. I almost missed Tail End Charlie who had put on a spurt in an attempt not to be left behind. He had even missed out on the complete colouring carried by his porcine cousins.
Later this afternoon, with the usual help from SueW, I recovered pictures to the following posts:
This evening we all dined on tasty roast gammon, piquant cauliflower cheese, creamy mashed potato, crunchy carrots, tender runner beans, cabbage, and leeks , with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Coonawarra Shiraz 2021.