After picking up medication from Milford on Sea Pharmacy late this morning we took a forest walk.
At Keyhaven Harbour the slate-grey sky merged with the vanishing horizon beyond which we could barely discern walkers on the spit; boats buoys and moorings rested on mirrored glass reflecting all in gentle monochrome ripples.
From the harbour we drove along damp Saltgrass Lane tracking a gentleman following the coastal path to
the shallows alongside Hurst Spit, where we spotted Turnstones, a Godwit, and a Raven among others.
Much of the recent ice has now melted, although the day was still chilly enough for these patterns along Sowley Lane,
where its lake reflected mallards and other waterbirds.
Through the mist across Beaulieu River we glimpsed a gulp of cormorants.
I have chosen not to brighten any of these images so that readers may see how misty the day was.
When we returned we found a message from Elaine at Tom Sutton Heating to say that it is only one part of an immersion heater that needs replacing and it will be fitted on Tuesday. I do believe she was even more delighted to convey this news than I was to receive it.
This evening we dined on succulent roast pork with crisp crackling, crisp roast potatoes laced with garlic, crisp Yorkshire pudding, crunchy carrots, tender green beans, and firm broccoli, with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Merlot brought back from the pub yesterday.