Early this morning Jackie hoovered the house and I swept the garden paths.
Barry and Karen visited us later, when we enjoyed coffee, cake, and convivial conversation.
“A wobble” has become Jackie’s term for a forest photo foray. It may have something to do with my gait. We went on one this afternoon.
As we turn off Roger Penny Way onto Cadnam Lane we cross a road bridge
over a stream which is very much drying out as a result of our recent paucity of precipitation.
I needed four photographs to cover the stretch of a huge recently fallen tree which, had it descended in the opposite direction would have damaged a nearby house,
seen beyond the evidence of an earlier toppled giant.
Older branches were now covered in bright green moss.
The bright sunshine of this warmer day cast shadows across last year’s autumn leaves and this year’s yellow celandines which also clung to the bank of the stream.
Further along Cadnam Lane we encountered a field full of recently yeaned ewes and their very young lambs.
A young man occupied himself with his mobile phone as he led his pony to its nearby paddock.
Tufts of wool bunting decorated the bramble hedges. Perhaps they had been shed by the mothers before confinement;
perhaps others on the road or in the neighbouring woodland.
Would anyone like to suggest a speech bubble for this squirrel, bearing in mind the creature has its mouth full?
It was another which dashed across the road.
Like all youngsters at this time this donkey foal sought new goodies to eat. We watched it sample a dandelion.
Maybe it was its Dad daring our Modus to come any closer.
This evening we dined on second helpings of yesterday’s casserole with boiled new potatoes; and a perfection of cabbage, carrots, and cauliflower. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Red Blend.