Borrowed Wellies

A strong wind was getting up in preparation for later rainfall when I took a walk along Hordle Lane and the footpath alongside Apple Court Garden where I met the owner who thought I might have been interested in looking at the house which is for sale. The plan now is to sell the house and garden separate from the Nursery business. The house and garden are on the market for £850,000, and the business £100,000.

Ponies racing to be fedPonies feedingReflections in pool

As I passed Yeatton House Cottage paddock, a young woman entered the field carrying food containers. This was a signal for the usually stationary animals to tear across the soggy terrain and vie with each other to bury their noses in the buckets of fodder. I had a long and pleasant talk with Merisa, who had worked for Spencers estate agents in Burley. She knew Pippa and the others at the Lymington office who had done so much to restore our flagging faith in such agents. She is the owner of the two forest ponies who, she said, prefer to drink from the pools than the trough.

Derrick c 1976

Here is number 57 in Elizabeth’s through the ages series. Like the photograph featured in ‘No Mod Cons’, It would have been taken by Jessica around 1976. I think she framed it rather well. In the previous post I have explained why my visits to the stone cottage in Snowdonia were most infrequent. This damp holiday home contained a row of Wellington boots of all possible sizes, left behind by former guests, for the use of whoever may come next. Regular readers will know that I spent thirty-odd years resisting Jessica’s efforts to persuade me to buy my own. This was because I never intended to wallow around in mud enough to make a purchase worthwhile. I would have used a pair of those so kindly donated. I have, of course, bought my own quite recently, on account of the amount of time I do now spend tramping around  terrain not unlike that in the third picture above. But naturally, I only wear them when I really cannot avoid it.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s classic sausage casserole, boiled potatoes, and crisp brussels sprouts and cauliflower, followed by Dutch Apple Cake and custard. I drank more of the Costieres de Nimes.

7 responses to “Borrowed Wellies”

  1. We call them ‘gumboots’ down here Derrick – commonly ‘gummies’. I too have resisted them, certainly since my hippy days of the 70’s. Recently however I have rather lusted after a pair of blue polka dot gummies – it seems they are a fashion item now- and I quite fancy watering my tiny garden in them with a blue ribbon tied round just for the effect 🙂 It’s a girl thing……

  2. I must admit I am a bit of a wellie fan – nothing fancy, just plain old green, but they are my equivalent of a 4×4. Winter walks in our muddy woods make all-terrain footwear a necessity to keep dry feet 🙂 I love the reflection of the Winter trees in the field ‘puddle’ – it reminded me of a similar image I took some years ago.

  3. I have never owned a wellie though I have always wanted to. I don’t know where the fascination comes from. Maybe it’s the anglophilia. Honestly I’d rather stay in a country where I wouldn’t really need them. My life is so full of contradictions!

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