Bellowing cattle; creaking branches; squawking pheasants, intermittently punctuated the otherwise silent chill of the early morning air carrying cold gusts across the high ground of Braggers Lane as, after a Ferndene Farm shop visit, Jackie parked and
I wandered down the road
focussing on the bucolic landscapes on either side.
A relaxed pheasant was undisturbed by a learner motorcyclist wheeling by.
I aroused the interest of the residents of the pig farm near Ripley when I photographed them,
a sawn tree trunk contributing to the local ecology which had helped to nurture a blackthorn bush opposite.
This afternoon our nephew John visited with his brother-in-law Faizal to collect various items of furniture surplus to our requirements since our new cupboards were fitted.
Later today I received a comment from Lin Craig who had found and bought in Chichester one of Jackie’s Aunt Doreen’s paintings. My correspondent, who had found her name on my blog, sought confirmation that Doreen was the artist. I was able to provide this by sending a link to one of ours.
This evening we repeated last night’s meal with which I drank more of the Douro.