On a largely overcast, yet warm, morning Jackie and I took a forest drive during which we brunched at Hockey’s Farm Café.
We seldom see ponies in the woodland flanking Holmsley Passage,
but we spotted these largely buried in ferns today.
It was golfers crossing from one side of the Burley course who stopped the traffic on this occasion.
A number of ponies, one very fetching in her natural necklace and tiara, browsed along Forest Road.
A number of assorted pigs, the last pair polishing our car, had no intention of making it easy to photograph them as they scampered snorting and snuffling in their eagerness to be first on the mast now falling freely. The last two, carefully avoiding the cattle grid entrance to Hockey’s gave our new Hyundai a good polish.
The pair in the first two pictures above kept well ahead of me until they disappeared out of sight, and were not reflected in the stream I was left with.
We didn’t get far down Newtown Lane where we would normally expect to spot porkers, because they had obviously avoided the resurfacing work which caused us to turn back.
A young pony sank into soggy ground at North Gorley, where a duck crossed the road, maybe aiming for the stream behind the horse.
Donkeys, as usual, tried their luck with customers of The Forester’s Arms at Frogham.
Cattle and ponies shared the Abbotswell landscape,
while, at the bottom of the hill a pair of ponies alongside the now very shallow stream feeding the ford, bore their share of flies.
Later this afternoon Ronan and Craig from Tom Sutton Heating replaced the new valve they had fitted last week which turned out to be faulty.
This evening we all dined on delicious sausages and creamy mashed potato, with crispy bacon and fried onions; crunchy carrots; tender broccoli stems, and meaty gravy with which Jackie drank Zesty and I finished the Montepulciano.