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This morning we took a drive into the forest.
It was not long before the first of the day’s many showers set the burnished bracken sparkling.
We were even treated to a partial rainbow forcing its way through the indigo clouds.
Deep in the valley a string of walkers passed a solitary house,
while far off, optimistic smoke curled upwards to merge into the ether.
A grazing pony fixed me with a quizzical stare, then continued with the business in hand,
until, sensing the precipitation that was about to send me back to the car, it wandered off and crossed a path to take shelter under a tree.
It was then that I heard voices floating across the bracken.
They belonged to another group of walkers upon whom the rainbow had cast all the colours of the spectrum.
The rain really hammered on the car as we drove back though the forest passing walkers and cyclists also caught in it.
This evening we dined on roast lamb, potatoes and parsnip; crunchy carrots, cabbage and runner beans; divine gravy, and mint sauce; followed by bread and butter pudding souffle. I drank Almocreve Alentejano reserva 2014.
