Reprising Ice Cream Selection


Most of the beds in the garden are threaded with stepping stones placed for access. They have become rather overgrown. This morning I began opening them out, starting with

this one leading off the Dead End Path. You should be able to distinguish between the before and after photographs. There is, incidentally, no view of the garden that doesn’t include the smelly white alliums. They bring early delight to the beds, but need an enormous amount of thinning out. Not only does each plant grow on a bulb, but each single bell on the flowers contains another bulb which it drops onto the soil. Each of these grows a new allium the following year.

Owl and owlet

Regular readers will know that The Head Gardener can never resist an owl. This morning she excelled herself by buying this one with an owlet in a jumble sale.

Elizabeth came to lunch and stayed on for dinner.

Sears Barbers

Jackie drove us to Milford on Sea where Peter, at Sears Barbers gave me an excellent haircut which is visibly reflected here.

Wikipedia has this to say about the traditional red and white striped barber’s pole: ‘The red and white pole outside barber shops references a time when barbers were expected to perform bloodletting and other medical procedures to heal the sick; red represented blood and white represented bandages. “Barber surgeons” in Rome also performed teeth extraction, cupping, leeching, bloodletting, surgery and enemas. However, today’s barber poles represent little more than being a barber shop that cuts hair and does shaves.[10] Barber poles have actually become a topic of controversy in the hairstyling business. In some states, such as Michigan in March 2012, legislation has emerged proposing that barber poles should only be permitted outside barbershops, but not traditional beauty salons. Barbers and cosmetologists have engaged in several legal battles claiming the right to use the barber pole symbol to indicate to potential customers that the business offers haircutting services. Barbers claim that they are entitled to exclusive rights to use the barber pole because of the tradition tied to the craft, whereas cosmetologists argue that they are equally capable of cutting men’s hair too (though many cosmetologists are not permitted to use razors, depending on their state’s laws).’

A couple of doors away from the barber’s is situated Polly’s Pantry Tea Rooms, first featured in ‘Portrait of a Village’ a couple of years ago.

Here are some of the home-made cakes on display.

Jackie and Elizabeth enjoyed cakes, tea, and coffee served by the delightfully friendly Julie, while they waited in this establishment for my shorn appearance. I joined them with a pot of tea. As I sat facing the window I observed a number of passing visitors examining the cakes. It seemed to me that this would make a good photograph. However I had no wish to deter prospective customers by shoving a camera in their faces. Yet I did have a couple of available models.

I sent them outside to pose.

Boys choosing ice cream

Earlier, two little boys, noses pinned to the cabinet, had come in to choose ice creams.

Jackie and Elizabeth choosing ice cream

As my two ladies came back inside the shop, they reprised the youngsters’ pose.

Wreck in harbour

After this Jackie drove us on to Keyhaven, where the wreck has developed a lurch.

Gull and mallard 1

As I watched a mallard fishing, a gull homed in on it.

Gull and mallard 2

The duck sped off. Fortunately the gull gave up the chase.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s scrumptious cottage pie, runner beans, and carrots and Brussels sprouts cooked to such perfection that all the flavour was retained. Chocolate eclairs, cream slices and Madagascan vanilla cheesecake were the desserts from which to make a selection. Elizabeth and I drank Vacqeyras Côtes du Rhône 2015.

After a session of reminiscences Elizabeth returned home to West End.



  1. The cosmetologists are up the pole; it’s a barber’s pole! I don’t even like to see a barber’s pole outside a “hairdressers”. Perhaps we could take a poll!

  2. Barber’s poles and barbers go together. Put a pole in front of another establishment and I think it sends the wrong message.

  3. What a delightful and delicious looking post, Derrick. (More alliteration for you.) 🙂
    The photo at the top (and repeated later) made me laugh. I really like the photos of the duck and the gull.

  4. Love the posed photos – I gave a gurgle of delight on seeing the header 🙂 I enjoyed the history and current political update on barber poles. Obviously if the debate was taken to the people the barbers would have sole rights!

  5. Excellent find by Jackie. I love owls too! Wonderful capture of the excited boys waiting for their cones. The expression on the fella to the right is priceless!

  6. Enjoyed the ‘Useless Info” section, I assume ( i was once told/taught “never assume” ) it was because you had your hair trimmed,

    I get exhausted just reading about the work in the garden, have you ever thought of the advantages of ripping it all out, pouring concrete, and painting it green?

    You could add a few pot plants and stuffed owls and sit back and enjoy more Vacqeyras Côtes du Rhône 2015, or a beer!

  7. Loved this post. My preferred photograph is the one of Jackie and Elizabeth replicating the pose of the young urchins 😀

  8. To me that barber pole means a barber shop with traditional barbers – nothing more nothing less.
    Glad the mallard took off – he would have lost the fight with a gull.

  9. Those little ones are cute as could be, great natural shot Derrick. Love the whole desert break – the cakes have my name all over them! Good for Jackie – looking forward to seeing where she places her new Owl find.

  10. I am so very excited, Derrick! It is Saturday and other than afternoon and evening plans, I get to blog to my heart’s content. (Which means reading others and commenting!)
    The cakes on the glass shelves look delicious and the shots with the lighting were enchanting. The children were precious and grown women equally enjoyable! 🙂 🙂
    I love birds and used to have at least 50 robin figurines. I kept a Hummel, Lenox, handpainted ceramic one my Mom asked a friend to make for my 21st birthday and a few which had baby robin birds with a mother. I love (Love!) all the owls Jackie has carefully and thoughtfully placed over the two years I have been visiting your posts, Derrick. This one with the “baby owlet,” was my very favorite! Please let Jackie know I admire her placements but don’t often mention it.
    I wish I had known you both back in 2006, I would have gladly given and shipped my robin birds, lifelong collection, rather than send them off for a quarter or dollar each at a garage sale. I also had lovely roosters and hens which were rather large on a shelf above my kitchen cabinets. My elderly friend, Sarge, had given me several beautiful ones that could have been delightful in a garden. . .
    Of course, you may let out a big sigh of relief! Since, having so many birds would have possibly cluttered up your beautifully presented gardens and paths. Hahaha. 😀

      1. You’re welcome but of course, had I not gone through divorce and job upheaval I may never have blogged. I am very happy to have intertwined with many people’s lives here. So glad we are friends.
        Thank you for saying you would have loved my birds!

  11. You have hair to cut, then you have a choice of dessert. You must have been very good in a previous life.

    I just know that if this had been my day I’d have ended up with the enema.


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