Amity Grove

This morning I scanned a dozen colour slides from April 1969. This exercise took rather longer than usual, firstly because colour restoration was required, and secondly because of the amount of retouching that was necessary. My Epson Perfection V750 PRO scanner has a template that takes 12 slides of the 35 mm variety, and scansContinue reading “Amity Grove”


This morning I added three¬†informative Facebook link comments, one from Becky, one from Lesley O’Neill, and one from Jackie herself, to yesterday’s post. Some of you will remember the nomadic mice from Christmas. Having joined the suffragette mousement, they have now taken up a position on the sitting room window sill. Albeit out of focusContinue reading “Relocation”

One Of London’s Lost Hospitals

This morning I scanned seven¬†more archived colour slides, this time from December 1968. A considerable amount of retouching was necessary, and most were out of focus, but given the subject it seemed worth the effort. Matthew was two days old when he lay in the hospital cot, and a couple of days older when JackieContinue reading “One Of London’s Lost Hospitals”

I Couldn’t Shoot The Pheasant

This is today’s second post, because I jumped the gun and fired off the first too early. In order to clear the area for Aaron to finish his work on the back drive, I had a bonfire this afternoon. At one point, walking back to the house, past snowdrops, hellebores, and other early flowers, aContinue reading “I Couldn’t Shoot The Pheasant”

A Living Palisade

One of the gardening tasks I am most ambivalent about is the removal of trees, especially specimen ones like that I tackled today, or heavy pruning of shrubs that have been allowed to grow into them. Those who followed last summer’s posts detailing the adventure of discovering our garden will know that such removal andContinue reading “A Living Palisade”

The Garden Wakes

This morning I continued work on clearing the front garden. This involved digging up more brambles and beginning to reveal the rest of the gravel path. Hellebores and snowdrops have also come into view. During the trips up and down to the back drive compost and combustible collections, I enjoyed noticing additions to our springContinue reading “The Garden Wakes”

Dupuytren’s Contracture

On a bright, crisp, morning I set off for the woodland walk. No sooner had I entered the brassica field than the sky rapidly darkened and a biting hailstorm hit. In order to protect my face I turned my back on it and stood, like the scarecrow Worzel Gummidge, on the soggy footpath. I feltContinue reading “Dupuytren’s Contracture”

A WRAF Beauty

Early this morning Jackie discovered an ailing bird which may be a baby pigeon. She made it a little hospital bed, complete with water and a suet ball. By the end of the afternoon our little friend was struggling around the garden, unable to fly, because its tail-feathers were shredded. Aaron continued his work onContinue reading “A WRAF Beauty”


It was on 3rd November last year that I featured two large format photographic prints of a holiday to Shanklin in September 1968. Today, in my trawl through my colour slides for posterity, I reached the batch from which these were extracted, and scanned a dozen. Fun on the sun-kissed sand included me plying myContinue reading “Shanklin”