Late this morning, in preparation for a cream tea at Elizabeth’s later, we brunched at Redcliffe Nurseries;
Jackie filled the car with plants she had been growing and potting up for my sister; we transported them to Burnt House Lane, Pilley.
We drove via Shoreacres and were pleased to see the Gilpin’s cornus at the corner of Hundred Lane in its splendid drapery. The last picture in this gallery is the result of having been invited in by a resident to present a different perspective.
Opposite this treasure lies Vicars Hill Lodge with its interesting wrought iron gate.
Most verges at the moment, like this on Warborne Lane, have a rich crop of foxgloves towering from filigree ferns.
Ponies and a foal wandering about Pilley Street scattered whenever a vehicle clattered over the cattle grid, eventually disappearing down Lucky Lane.
Others quietly continued chomping.
A solitary starling was the usual avian acolyte pecking up scraps.
On the approach to Portmore an inquisitive goat and kids peered through a five barred gate and fence, one little tail rapidly wagging, perhaps in anticipation of a treat.
Sheep in a distant field didn’t have the energy to investigate.
Jacqueline, Danni, Ella, and Jack were already there when we arrived. An enjoyable afternoon followed, with the boisterous children providing ample trip hazards, and the more elderly adults trying to keep up while engaged in reminiscing.
This evening, with no need of further sustenance, we loaded the Hyundai with about 14 bags of green refuse, moving it to the Back Drive in readiness for transporting to Efford tomorrow, leaving the Front vacant for Nick’s van.