This morning I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2021/08/31/a-knights-tale-25-a-papal-honour/
By mid-afternoon the earlier Stygian gloom had lifted enough for us to drive to Puttles Bridge and back after buying another, larger, bag of tree bark mulch.
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With barely a ripple the now very shallow Ober Water could hardly be said to flow under the bridge.
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The root trip hazards, often framing pools of water, are now bone dry.
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Two or three families were frolicking in what was left of the stream flanked by dappled woodland devoid of the usual mini-pools. I enjoyed a pleasant conversation with the mother in the first of these pictures, whose son, while manoeuvring a small dinghy, was heard to say “It’s not deep enough”. I told his Mum I had never heard that before.
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Ponies, including a large foal, grazed beside the road.
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A child had hopped home with one shoe.
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Chips fell from a fallen tree.
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On our return through Brockenhurst, a Highland cow, with its cumbersome rocking gait, lumbered among the patient vehicles.
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Among the multicoloured heather on the moorland beyond the town, other, tail-swishing, ponies with another foal clinging to its mother, grazed or took their ease.
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Two remained obdurately planted in the road until a tour bus, like a gentle snow plough, proceeded to shift them.
This evening we dined on succulent roast pork; boiled new potatoes; crisp Yorkshire pudding; crunchy carrots and cauliflower; moist sautéed peppers, mushrooms, and onions; and tasty gravy, with which Jackie drank more of Pino Grigio Blanc and I drank more of the Faugeres.