We have a long, but not tall, Chinese oak cabinet which has gone up and down stairs in our new home like a yo-yo. The library had seemed its most likely final resting place. The almost completed project no longer offered space for it. So back upstairs we carted it. When I bought the chests of drawers from Fergusson’s, one was intended to stand beneath this piece of furniture. We had second thoughts. Now we have thought again.
I then emptied the last four boxes of books; Jackie got out the vacuum cleaner; and we set about transporting the games table into the library. Had we not covered the garage door this would have been quite a simple matter. But we had. So it wasn’t.
The table was surplus to requirements in the sitting room. We carried it into the hall, intending to take it through the kitchen into the library. We couldn’t get it into the kitchen. So we took the casters off. We got it into the kitchen cupboard known as the glory hole. We couldn’t get it out into the kitchen itself. So we shifted it back into the hall and had a think.
I then had the bright, albeit somewhat tardy, idea of taking it out through the front door, round the side of the house, and in through the back door which now leads straight into the library. This worked like a dream. When I suggested to Jackie that we may not have needed to remove the casters, she suggested that I should not ‘even go there’.
The legs of the piece had taken a bit of scuffing in its various moves, so Jackie applied wood stain to the wounds and polish to both limbs and surface. A piece of string held the slightly loosened leg in place whilst the glue dried.
The carpet that Michael had given us had just one grease mark on it. To complete the creation of the room my lady got down and scrubbed this with an application of Vanish. She fixed a clock to the side of one of the bookcases.
Still visible in one corner of the library are a handful of Safestore boxes containing a selection of volumes for a charity stall our friend Heather is running in August.
A wander round the garden followed. The bungalow next door has been unoccupied for many years and such fence as there ever was between this and our property has been swamped by shrubs, one of which is a photinia. We think it is not ours, but never mind it blooms in our garden.
There are also a couple of yellow flowering shrubs we could not identify until Jackie’s research revealed them to be corokia cotoneasters which originate in New Zealand.
The copper beech is now in full leaf.
White was the dominant colour of the hedgerows in Downton Lane as I took an early evening walk into a fierce headwind coming off the Solent.
Cow parsley, stitchwort and may blossom have replaced the yellow daffodils and dandelions.
Rooks struggled against the wind to keep their bearings as they winged to and fro to their now clamouring chicks.
It was an evening for kite surfing such as my friend John Smith would relish.
As I arrived at the coastline a lone surfer was about to be joined by others walking down the steps from Hordle Cliff top. They were still setting up by the time I left the beach on which the rollers were again piling up the shingle. An intrepid yachts person was seen in the distance, and the Isle of Wight and The Needles made a landmark backdrop to the scene. The surfer didn’t manage to keep out of the water.
Hordle Chinese Takeaway provided a spread for our evening meal. The Co-op’s cheesecake was to follow. Jackie drank Hoegarden and I finished the chianti.
What a lovely library; a book lover’s dream. I have shelves all over the house; mostly Ikea Billy because they don’t take up much space.
This is the first time I have ever had all mine in one place
WOW, now THAT’s a Library! My piddly little piles of books would likely fit on the bannister. Your library table and chairs are quite fetching. I could imagine Jackie gave you a pretty good eye roll on the caster situation, ha-ha! This floral junkie you call a garden is surely the gem in your neighbourhood. You could lose Jackie out there, never to be seen again.
I’d love to bury my toes in all that sand…..lord look at it all. But I certainly wouldn’t entertain any water activity in those swells. Those guys aren’t wearing life vests? Eeeek, they must be pretty confident about their surfing skills. That one guy looks so small out there. What’s to stop him from being dragged out to sea? Probably exhilerating, but I’ll stay on dry land thanks very much. Thanks for sharing the link Derrick! Cheers Boomdee
Many thanks, Boomdee, for such a thorough response.
up there ^^^^ not floral junkie…LOL ‘floral Jungle’…good grief
Junkie works too 🙂