Not Much Happening In Lymington

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.

Ducks at quayside

Apart from the ducks on the quayside water there was not much life in Lymington,

Quay Street

and what there was was covered in waterproofs or wielding umbrellas. Even Quay Street was rather deserted.

Old Solent House doorwayDoorstep

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.

Shoes in doorway

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.

Gift shop window

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,

Alley behind The Quay

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.


  1. 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 🙂

      1. 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.

        1. 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. 🙂

  2. I love your post.. I love the smell of rain.. but my bones aches to the sound of Thank you so much for sharing all that you do.. you truly are inspiring!

  3. 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!

  4. 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!!!

  5. 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.

    1. 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

      1. 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.

  6. 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

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