We managed to mess up our clock today. It was losing a minute or two a day so we decided to adjust it. After we had done so we had great difficulty in getting the pendulum back in. When we did, the clock stopped. We calmed down. Eventually. And this afternoon took it back to Martin at Dials.
Christchurch and Lymington Roads are now subject to flooding, so we were given numerous washed by the spray thrown up by cars, and especially lorries, in front.
Apart from the ducks on the quayside water there was not much life in Lymington,
and what there was was covered in waterproofs or wielding umbrellas. Even Quay Street was rather deserted.
The post person had made a delivery to Old Solent House. The observant of you may be able to discover how I know by perusing the worn stone doorstep.
Forming a right angled corner between this house and Dials is a municipal ash tray. The soggy stubs thereon betrayed the fact that at least two smokers had abandoned their cigarettes.
Further down towards the quay a pair of slip-on shoes had been left outside a closed shop. Although they were under a short porch, I though their owner would probably go home in wet tights.
Given the nautical nature of the Quay Side Gift Shop window display, it probably welcomed the raindrops through which shoppers, had there been any, would have peered in order to absorb the suitable ambience,
reflected in the paving of the alley behind The Quay. Chewing gum spots get everywhere.
This evening we dined on a rack of pork ribs in barbecue sauce; Jackie’s egg fried rice; and prawns wrapped in filo pastry masquerading as roast parsnips, that The Cook termed ‘things’. Jackie enjoyed the last of the chablis and I drank Fortes del Colli chianti classico 2012.
Well, let’s see who is a lot more observant than I am!
Thanks, Yvonne. You may need to know how our posties hold their letters together.
Good to spend the time with you, even when not much is happening.
Thanks, Ann
A wet, gray day in the neighborhood.
Thanks, Laurie. It was
What a beautiful walk this was! I loved the black and white so well enhanced by the few photographs in colours. They actually mutually enhanced each other with the coloured ones appearing to be striking gems in the midst of the B&W. Thanks for sharing 🙂
Many thanks for your sensitive comment, Geetha
Welcome Derrick. I shared this via twitter because it was really beautiful
Many thanks, Geetha
Welcome Derrick. Enjoy the day!
The monochrome photos are fantastic, Derrick. I love them.
Many thanks, Sabiscuit
I enlarged [or ‘biggified’ as the technical term goes] the photo twice to spot the rubber-bands. Bad postie!! It sure is wet there Derrick, almost as bad as here!!
Thanks, Pauline. Well spotted
Aha, now I know! Is the postie supposed to keep the bands, or chew on them or something?
My postie gives me the rubber bands, he knows I like those big thick ones they wrap around bundles of letters. In the UK they obviously just give them to the ground 🙂
Sigh. I’m such a loser, can’t get up off the floor, don’t get enough mail to get rubber bands.
🙂
I think children still make balls out of them
Yvonne, the postie wraps a whole bunch of mail (e.g. half a street’s worth) in one band. It’s random whose doorstep or path it gets chucked on.
It’s a source of friction for some, esp. as some areas issue red ones, which are very visible as litter. It must cost the Royal Mail £000s per day nationwide, and one wonders why there’s no rule, or carrot, to encourage the postperson to pocket them and return them to base for re-use. It wouldn’t even take a special journey.
Thank you, Paul! It’s mind-boggling how a simple item like that could cost the Royal Mail so much! You should write to them with some constructive suggestions. 🙂
What a beautiful place to be covered in discarded chewing gum. They should tax it like cigarettes in my opinion.
Thanks, John. As you know, it’s worse in cities
Beautiful mix of black and white and soft colours photos. Thank you Derrick 🙂
Thank you, Sylvie
Nice moody shots of a pretty place Derrick😉
Thank you, Jenny
Those rubber bands that get tossed away by the postman….I wonder what the birds do with them, if they do anything with them….
Thank you, Cynthia. Lets hope not
Loved the black and white photos, Derrick!
Thank you, Jill
Surely there can be no water left in the sky?
Just before dawn our sky looks blue, Jessica. Thank you.
I like the idea of having a wet shinny cobble stone street all to myself. 🙂
It is good, Mary T. Thank you
I’m fixated on the prawns in filo…you live the good life, Derrick, no matter the wet.
Thank you, Van
It was rather bleak today; great photographs, as ever, Del!
Thanks, Trig
I love your post.. I love the smell of rain.. but my bones aches to the sound of it..lol.. Thank you so much for sharing all that you do.. you truly are inspiring!
Many thanks, Snowy
The monochromatic pictures are beautiful. Beautifully presented.
Thank you vidishakaushik
Oh don’t you know I love B&W images and your shots are really great – reflections and slick wet cobble stones can make for distractions and a slippery walk. Interesting to see a municipal ashtray – was this actually built into the ground? A way to keep it a tidy place for sure. Dinner sounded delicious!
Thank you, Mary. It’s probably not set in stone, but substantial enough to be perched on it
Very evocative. I could feel you mooching around the place, all the sounds muffled in the wet. Hope the clock man treated you nicely 🙂
Thanks, Gwen, He did. He will fix it
I know that clock feeling. We corrected our grandfather clock ourselves. It was losing a good minute every week. That was six months ago. We’ve got it back to near perfect now – with it gaining around 4 minutes a day!!!
Thanks, Bruce. Actually Martin doesn’t think we upset it. He thinks the second hand is sticking.
I have told you before, Derrick, the way how you narrate can be more fascinating than the stroll itself :). And, anyway, you have the beautiful b&w photos.
Many thanks, Monica
Wow beautiful pictures Derrick…
Thank you, Chitra
Especially loved the shoes, perhaps they are airing because of the odour that the rain has enhanced?
I’ll have a sniff if they are there on my next visit. Thanks
Each of these is worthy of inclusion in a gallery, Derrick. They’re little slices of life and so atmospheric in b&w.
My, that is praise indeed, Anne-Marie. I’ll try them in the next The First Gallery exhibition. You never, know, I sold one of Quay Street in the last one. Thank you, very much
I’m glad to hear you already submit them, Derrick. One of my most favourite pictures, hanging on a wall here at home, is a black and white print of two children walking hand in hand along an avenue. It’s simple but it speaks to me. Best of luck with them. They are lovely.
Thanks again, Ann-Marie
Beautiful photos, Derrick. I really loved these. Thanks for sharing your walk. 🙂
Thank you, Merril
I am one who still gapes at the differences in your walkways and stonework from our own. I did feature the Sycamore Restaurant in German Village here in Ohio, U.S. with worn red brick streets but truly rare to see the flat rocks of gray, tan or black. I liked the green slime on the stones by the door. I did not notice the rubber bands so great eyes for those who did! Smiles, Robin
Many thanks, Robin. The stones are mostly covered by tarmac over here too. The most known exposed ones are around the Tower of London.
What fun that was for me. Even though rather empty streets your camera found such good stories!
Many thanks, Cynthia G
Ah, those slick wet stones like mirrors. That silver light. 🙂
Thank you. A lovely comment, Ashley
Thanks, Geoff. I’ll treat it as a mission