Straight after lunch on another dimly lit unseasonably warm day we revisited
a largely lifeless Lyndhurst High Street where we shopped once more in Down to the Wood and this time in the Antiques Centre; and Jackie managed to resist entering Tasty Pastries.
On our return through Boldrewood one of the pottering ponies produced pool patterns blended with knobbly branches.
Enticed by a pink streak slashing the distant sky we diverted to Barton on Sea for a look at it.
This evening we dined on slow roasted boned and rolled breast of lamb; small new boiled potatoes, crunchy carrots, cauliflower and broccoli; and tender runner beans, with which I drank more of the Pomerol while Jackie abstained.