This morning I read more of Kristin Lavransdatter.
After lunch on this warm and sunny day we took a forest drive.
We noticed our first foal of the season on the moorland beside Tiptoe Road.
Jackie managed to catch the youngster suckling, while I was photographing
a couple of shaggy ponies crossing the road, causing some consternation to an alarmed cyclist who rapidly took evasive action.
While approaching Burley we spotted our second foal clinging to its mother; the first four are my pictures, the rest are Jackie’s.
The pool on Fish Street caused me to reflect on the current aptness of the name.
May blossom, like this example on London Lane, is now quite prolific.
A pair of horse riders, one in training, the other leading a smaller steed, moved over to let us pass as we tagged along behind.
Shelly visited later, when we enjoyed a pleasant conversation largely about mothers, babies, and grandfamilies.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy pasta arrabbiata with tender runner beans.