Moody Blues

Mordor!

The rich colours that had recently glowed high in the trees, had now drifted down to adorn the forest floor, letting slip that autumn had passed by and winter was now upon us. Out on the heaths a frost gripped the ling and sparkled white against a moody sky, with the sun battling to burn through dark, threatening skies and warm the day.

We had some bits and bobs to do over at Lymington, and were taking in the ever changing moods of the New Forest at a leisurely pace. There are a few times when there is a sense of quiet solitude in the Forest and this was one to be savoured - along with a warming mug of hot chocolate at a hostelry.

One of the bits we had to do was to check over some panels we had put together for Sturt Pond, Milford. They looked good. I looked over the seawall towards the Isle of Purbeck. Dorset was taking a right pummelling from the weather and was heading our way - time to deal with the bobs and quickly too!

Rainy Dorset - Ha!