Today the sun shone and the temperature was comparatively mild.
Jackie helped her avian familiar plant an astilbe
and thin out a lamium.
“Where’s Nugget?” (45)
Afterwards my Chauffeuse drove me to Undershore, along which I walked for half an hour until she picked me up.
Undershore, the narrower lane, should not be confused with Undershore Road. Leaving Lymington by the level crossing the former runs left along the reed beds while the latter takes a right turn beside the Lymington River.
The woodland on Undershore’s left hand side in today’s direction of travel stands on soggy, pool strewn, terrain.
Reflecting puddles spread across the tarmac
collecting fallen oak leaves at the verges.
Fungus decorates fallen logs.
In time we will see it sprouting from this recently sawn hollow trunk, branches of which lies on the other side of road across which they probably crashed during the recent gales.
Brambles cast their shadows on larger leaves.
To the right of the lane autumnal oaks gracing the horizon came into view by courtesy of a five barred gate breaking the hedge line.
I have spared my readers the sight of discarded detritus but for this dumped carpet.
A fallen tree gripped by thick ivy tendrils lay across the bridleway entrance. A horse could no doubt have jumped it. Not that I’ve ever seen one taking this route. I couldn’t risk stepping over. Maybe next year.
Shortly after I reached this point my chariot arrived. This was the view from my passenger seat looking across to Pilley Hill.
Returning home via Shirley Holms we paused to take in another autumn landscape,
proceeding past this woodland scene
to the car park area where I disembarked to photograph ponies in the landscape. While some turned their backs on me one chestnut-coloured one remained inquisitive until it turned about and in the usual ungainly manner
flopped to its knees
vaguely watching the trio in the first picture demonstrate the motion of walking horses, until it needed to attend to an itch.
This evening we dined on a meaty rack of pork ribs; prawn toasts, spring rolls, and Jackie’s vegetable-packed savoury rice with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Cotes du Bourg.