Much of this sunny morning was spent reminiscing with Becky.
Jackie and I lunched at our normal time. We then joined the others for theirs at The Beachcomber Café, Barton on Sea.
Flo took this photograph on the approach to the café.
Jackie and I enjoyed drinks while the others were impressed with the quality of the food served. Because the albeit extensive establishment was so full we had to dine alfresco and wait in line for that. The service of this family-run business was nevertheless friendly and efficient. As can be seen, Ian occupied himself with Sudokus, while Becky and Flo conversed happily. The final picture in this gallery is our granddaughter’s.
She also photographed me reacting to the apparent seizing up of my shutter while I was trying to capture
shadows of other diners. Fortunately the problem was resolved before they departed.
When we had finished at Beachcomber the others drove back to the house while Jackie and I continued into the forest. Foraging ponies grazed on the soggy turf or tore at hollies on Honey Lane.
The ford across Forest Road flowed faster than we have seen it before.
This mossy bank beside it looked decidedly damp.
Just outside Burley a bay pony also dined alfresco on the contents of a garden refuse sack.
For this evening’s meal Jackie produced roast lamb; sage and onion stuffing; Jersey Royal boiled potatoes; crunchy carrots; firm Brussels sprouts; tender runner beans, and meaty gravy, with which she, Becky and Ian drank Portuguese Rosé, Flo drank Apple and Mango juice, and I drank more of the Monastrell.
