Yesterday, I drove home along the back lane. The main road through the village was busy with traffic. This was a more peaceful way. I could stop along the roadside to take in the soft pastel skies of a reflected sunset. Silver birch and goat willow stood in quiet silhouette against the sky.
Ponds had stayed half-frozen all day and were freezing again as light levels and the temperature fell.
Mature, round holly bushes grow between the birch-bordered grassland and the edge of a Forest inclosure where fir trees are a constant deep green.
A family of rather thin New Forest ponies feed on gorse.
This small, round one is not a New Forest pony at all, but must belong to one of the local Commoners who has grazing rights .
Mother and daughter. Thin after a hard winter, but it was good to see that their owners had put reflective tail bands on. This lane is notorious for pony traffic accidents at night.
Normal service. - The day for moving is almost here. I shall have to dismantle my lap top and it all has to be moved to my new address. I know there is no B T Point where...
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