Encouraged by Klausbernd of Fab Four Blog, I began to read Sigrid Undset’s novel “Kristin Lavransdatter”. I am already grateful to him for his recommendation. Later this morning Jackie and I took a forest drive before lunch.
Butter-golden gorse had benefitted from the recent days of rains and occasional sunshine.
Although today was rain-free strong winds rippled across reflecting pools along the roadsides, the fields, and the moors.
When Jackie pulled to the side of Braggers Lane opposite the third string of pools in the gallery above in order to enable an oncoming vehicle to pass she didn’t notice this pothole, but left her tyre tracks as we bounced out of it.
This grey pony’s legs have taken on the tinge of the wet terrain of Wilverley Road.
When this cyclist had scaled the hill against a strong wind, I gave him a thumbs up and congratulated him.
these two held up the car in front of us until the road leaving Burley was clear enough for him to pass and we were able to follow.
Others enjoyed foraging in the woodland alongside Charles’s Lane,
where I enjoyed pleasant conversations with equestriennes I had heard clopping along to the tune of bright birdsong.
The reason Jackie had parked beside this lane was to send me back along the road to photograph Fungus she had spotted in passing. I had misunderstood, thinking it was on the verge rather than on the tree. While I was searching she came along and pointed it out to me. Concentrating on the longer shots of the broken tree I had not realised that I had unwittingly already photographed my target.
This evening we all dined on pork spare ribs marinaded in hoisin sauce on a bed of Jackie’s colourful vegetable rice with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Malbec.
