After a visit to the pharmacy in Milford on Sea, Jackie and I took a forest drive.
As we entered the narrow Shotts Lane at a point at which it has no passing space we approached a cyclist speaking with two pedestrians standing across the centre strip which doubles as a grass and weed bed because any vehicle’s wheels have perforce to span it. The bicycle and the three people hugged the hedgerow in order for is to wave as we passed by.
Further along, Jackie sat in the car on someone’s drive while I walked back to take this shot. Twice I needed to follow the example of this trio as I squeezed myself against the shrubbery.
Then the original cyclist, offering a second photo opportunity, whizzed smiling past me.
Cud-chewing camouflaged cattle and calves blended with Bull Hill’s browning bracken.
As it is Dillon’s birthday today we wished to surprise him with a meal at Pilley’s
historic Fleur de Lys. I therefore entered the 11th century pub to make a booking. Unfortunately they do not offer food on Sunday night so this wasn’t possible. I also learned the very sad news that the comparatively new management who took over just as the first Covid lockdown was imposed, and are now faced with the current catastrophic cost of living crisis, will be leaving after about two months. Consequently we will have to postpone our grandson-in-law’s introduction.
Tonight’s dinner was deferred.