Why Did The Pheasant Cross The Road?



Yesterday evening we enjoyed the usual excellent food and friendly efficient service in the perfect company of Elizabeth, Danni, and Andy, at Dynasty Indian restaurant in Brockenhurst. This family grouping is always full of stories, fun, and catching up with current events. So it was then.

When John Keats penned his immortal line ‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ he was not thinking of Spring. This morning, one could have been forgiven for thinking so. Well, at least the ‘mists’ image. As I stood peering into the film covering Lymington River, a gull winged its way into view, alighted on a circular yellow buoy, and quickly sped off again.

Reed beds

I crossed the road and leant on a rail chatting to a little family who were on their way to the quay for a crabbing expedition. I was able to tell them about the reed beds, and thatching. One little girl told me that her Mummy had a coat like my jacket. “Well, it’s red. But longer”, she added.


On leaving Lymington we followed a pair of cyclists up the hill towards the east. These two had the good sense to stay in single file and on our side of the road. We are accustomed to and accepting of this. Whilst I can fully understand the joy of cycling for exercise, I cannot fathom why anyone would charge around bends on our narrow lanes two abreast. This happened twice today. On the second occasion a large group was involved. Fortunately our vehicle is a Modus, not a large lorry.

Donkeys were just about visible at Tanner’s Lane. Three grazed in the field against the backdrop of a burgeoning rape crop; another pair chomped on dry seaweed on the shingle.

An angler in a boat would not have been able to see the Isle of Wight behind him; a black-headed gull floated nearer the shore.

As we drove away from the beach, a decidedly grey pony, deviating at the last minute, headed straight for us.

Fat pheasants wandered quite leisurely around this area. Why, we wondered, would one decide to cross Sowley Lane?

Ah. There’s the answer.

Bright purple aubretia lit up the ancient stone wall alongside the ruins of St Leonard’s granary, beside which

drowsed representatives of the usual group of ponies. Before the rains set in, the chestnut against the rusting fence rails would not have been able to enjoy admiring its mirrored image. What, perhaps, these photographs cannot display is the absolutely still silence conveyed by these creatures.

Only the tiny Falabella raised an eyebrow as I approached.

This afternoon a smiling sun warmed the garden from a cloudless blue sky.

This evening we dined on smoked haddock fish cakes, piquant cauliflower cheese, mashed potato and swede, and carrots and broccoli, with which I finished the Comino Nuevo.


67 responses to “Why Did The Pheasant Cross The Road?”

  1. Who’d a thunk such evocative photos could be captured on such a dull day. As for the pheasant, he was trying to catch a ride on a pony.

  2. Misty days to make for amazing pictures! I can well imagine the silence around the sleepy horses. Sometimes we walk on the beach in the very early morning in the mist and the trotting ponies come out of it on their daily exercise run, no sound until they are almost on us……….

  3. I get a kick out of your menus each night. What a feast every day!
    We have wild burros that roam around the area–are the donkeys wild?
    Love all your nature shots and John Keats is the best.

    • Thanks very much, Cindy. The donkeys are owned by commoners who have historic pasturage rights. That means they are free to roam – and have right of way on the roads πŸ™‚

  4. I was relieved to see the sunny photos at the end, although the misty photos are very beautiful.

  5. I love your posts Derrick. You are a charming story teller, and you take lovely photos. Then their is always the menu for your supper that sounds so very yummy! I know I’ll be showing my American ignorance but what is the swede you often mention? Have a blessed Sunday, N πŸ˜‰ <3

  6. The mist makes for some beautiful melancholy photos.
    I imagine many a male has crossed the road for much the same reason.
    It looks like you had a lovely day.

  7. We have had so much cold fog and mist during the past week! I love all the photographs you took in the murk. We also have the same problems with cyclists that you have – they take such risks!

  8. Wonderful to see your garden blooming Derrick and yes ‘the season of mists’ I was surely a weird old week even up here in the midlands. Not exactly nice bike riding weather. or driving any vehicle..
    hope you have a great week Derrick.. πŸ™‚

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