The New Forest

Well I totally forgot to tell you that on our journey from Polperro to The New Forest yesterday that we passed by Puddletown and Piddlehinton.  Gotta love English town names!
As I mentioned we are staying in a highly rated B&B - The Inglemere for two nights.
It's a lovely home with 4 B&B rooms and we all eat breakfast in their lovely conservatory. 
The rooms have 5 star appointments so we are very much enjoying it.  Last night we walked down to the local pub.
This was the beer (lager) of the day.
We had a sensational dinner and passed this lovely place on the way back.
So today we have packed things in. We started by driving up to Ashurst for a walk through the New Forest. This is England's smallest national park and was once the hunting range for the King. It is filled with wild ponies and we were also lucky enough to see a deer, though it moved faster than I did with the camera. We walked for over an hour and it was just lovely. Enjoy some pics.
Beautiful ground covers.
So then we headed for Highcliffe Castle. Yes in TV series mode again as this is where Mr Selfridge lived for six years and he is buried in the local graveyard.  The castle itself is undergoing major restoration as it was badly damaged by two fires and left I ruins after 1950 but it's slowly being returned to its former glory.  I should also mention that we have been very lucky with the weather again. It rained most of our way to Ashurst and then stopped for our hour plus walk. Then it rained on the way to Highcliffe and was still raining when we arrived but we went inside and then it bucketed it down, only for the sun to come out when we were ready to explore the grounds.
The house looks out towards the Isle of Wight which really couldn't be seen today, but we did find their beach.
The grounds are also beautiful and it is no wonder it is a popular venue for weddings.
We walked down to St Mark's church where Mr Selfridge. His wife Rose and his mother are all buried,  as he died fairly poor, his is the simplest headstone of all. On the way we discovered the heavy rain had caused the driveway to flood.
Next stop Lymington. Yet another quaint seaside town, with the Solent river and ferries to the Isle of Wight right here. This is the old part near the quay.
Now we are not quite sure what has happened but the seagulls have suddenly changed! Cross breeding?
A couple of pics of the river and the ferry for you Pavo.
This old place was a pub long ago where the press gangs found new sailors.
Finally, hats off to you England for at least starting the love against single use plastic bags!
An early night tonight, me thinks. Off to Brighton tomorrow!