This being New Year’s Day there were very few vehicles on the road when we set off into the forest. The temperature was cooler, but the gloom was at least dry, which is more than can be said for the moorland and woodland, such as that alongside
Holmsley Road, which had become a veritable lake reflecting now naked trees, where, despite the stillness of the air, ripples quivered spasmodically into a life of their own.
Gorseacre’s Private Driveway sign now functioned as a water level gauge, while posts placed to deter parking floated away.
Groups of competitors pushed their trolleys across the somewhat drier Burley golf course.
Damp ponies
were reflected in scooped out basins alongside Burley Road.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s succulent cottage pie; firm carrots, cauliflower, and Brussels sprouts; and tasty grav, with which I finished the Kruger Elements.