Early on what would prove to be the brightest part of the day, Jackie disappeared into the garden and returned with
a range of frosty photographs, each of which is identified upon accessing the gallery by clicking on any image.
By the time we drove out to Elizabeth’s to wish her a socially distanced
the weather was becoming quite gloomy. My sister rushed out with her mobile phone, took this photograph, and e-mailed it to me. We stuck the poster in her lawn, had a brief chat, and drove away.
Jackie then parked beside the old quarry lake which I circumperambulated with my camera.
Shattered sheets of ice filled puddles on the verges
and scattered over the reflecting surfaces of the larger body of water, along which mallards floated.
Hard underfoot, pony poo, passed for Pontefract cakes direct from the freezer.
According to Jackie, seated in the Modus while I wandered among their less pampered equine cousins,
an inquisitive quartet of be-rugged field horses gathered at their gate to see what I was up to.
I was engaged in photographing the hardier breeds feeding on grass and gorse.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s onion rice; tempura prawns; and chicken tikka, with which she drank more of the Rosé and I drank more of the Malbec.