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The four of us brunched today at Beachcomber cafe on the cliff top at Barton on Sea, within sight of The Isle of Wight and The Needles.
The day’s ever-changing light laid a haze over the ponies on Barton Common. Although these animals roam freely like any other New Forest pony, for their own protection, they are fenced along the road through to the coast.
Various walkers cast their shadows across the beach.
I am not sure of the purpose of the stationary working boat that rested on the sun-slashed ocean surface beneath the indigo skies.
The Beachcomber was as well patronised as usual; the food was good, and the service efficient and friendly.
Shortly before sunset I walked down Downton Lane and along the path through Roger’s fields. The sky bore a strangely sepia hue,
until the lowering sun set the cottages and fields alight,
and sent lightning flashes overhead.
This evening we dined on perfectly roasted lamb and potatoes; stuffing; crunchy cauliflower, carrots, and runner beans; gravy with lots of goodies, and mint sauce; followed by spicy pumpkin pie and cheesecake. Ian drank Peroni; the ladies, Australian white wine; and I finished the rioja.