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This morning Jackie drove us to the GP surgery at Milford on Sea where we were given our flu jabs. There is nothing like joining the priority group above a certain age for letting us know where we belong.
Afterwards we travelled on for a short trip in the forest.
Gates Cottage, with its attractive picket fences is nicely situated
on a bend in Mead End Road near Lymington.
Inquisitive as always, a pair of cattle, possibly Herefords, peered through a hedge alongside the driveway to Greenslade Farm opposite the thatched cottage.
Bracken in the hedgerows wears its autumn hues.
We turned off into another lane,
and returned home via Hordle Lane where the new housing development
has changed forever the view from All Saints Parish Church,
the graveyard of which
is donning its autumn splendour.
This afternoon we returned to NatWest in Lymington where I collected the Australian dollars I am sending to Orlaith for her fifth birthday.
Jackie waited in the car for me at the bottom of the High Street while I wandered down photographing the seasonal displays.
I began with the graveyard of St Thomas and All Saints church, containing some of the souls we remember this evening;
where holly berries proclaim the season.
Like Pizza Express, we take the opportunity to amuse with spiders and ghouls carved from pumpkins featured on this bunting;
and scary creatures peering from their window.
The Dogs Trust display also includes a discreet poppy.
Inside Costa Coffee, a wandering pumpkin selects a snack from the cabinet.
English and Continental Chocolates’ cornucopia includes a number of witches of which Burley would be proud.
Living up to the outlet’s name White Stuff displayed an albino pumpkin.
The Save The Children shop favoured horror.
Across the road Lounges Coffee Shop and Rose Garden Craftsstruck a lower key.
This crafted pumpkin is in drydock.
It is probably appropriate that The Gilded Teapot’s window should show falling leaves.
In common with a number of our towns and villages, Lymington remembers those souls who never came back from Flanders, by fixing a poppy to each lamp post.
It wasn’t until I cropped and enlarged the two images that I realised that I had photographed Rahul, one of the delightful Lal Quilla waiters. He is on the left, speaking on his mobile phone. On his way back down the hill a little later he stopped for a chat, neither of us being aware that I had immortalised him. I will make some prints for our next visit to the restaurant.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy chilli con carne with wild rice and peas. I drank more of the Fronton.