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A couple of days ago Jackie made a new sign for The Dragon Bed, and left a photograph on my camera.
Paul and Margery made a brief visit at lunchtime in order to deliver a birthday present ordered from their last exhibition. Both were looking in fine fettle.
Afterwards, Jackie drove us around the forest.
Like many other plants this year, the heather seemed to be blooming early.
Not that the ponies noticed.
They just kept their eyes on the grass.
On the outskirts of Burley we took a pot-holed drive down Tyrell’s Lane,
where I was struck by the topiary fronting a house called Ladywell. This reflected the thatched roofing
which bears a peacock motif on top.
Next door, Tyrell’s Way’s garden sports a magnificent gunnera.
As I have occasionally mentioned, sheep are inquisitive creatures. This one in a field at the end of Tyrell’s drive, even lifted its head from its grazing at my approach.
This was in stark contrast to the low maintenance ovine mother and child occupying a garden in Furzley, who completely ignored me.
Stony Cross Plain, just north of the A31, seems to be the province of Shetland ponies,
one of which thought that a discarded tissue was not to be sniffed at.
A recumbent foal
occasionally stirred itself to stand. This creature has become accustomed to flies,
which is more than can be said for its younger cousin at Nomansland, still skipping in confusion at the irritation.
A visit to Eyeworth Pond revealed nothing of interest, except for this post box near the Royal Oak, that we had not noticed before. Shultze gunpowder factory operated near the pond from the 1860s until the early 20th century. This receptacle was erected to make the postman’s life easier, in the days before delivery vans. It was recently restored by the Forestry Commission.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s roast chicken, savoury rice, breaded mushrooms, tempura vegetables, and salad. She drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the cabernet sauvignon/tempranillo.