No-one Will Buy Any Ice Cream Today

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Today the Met Office threatened us with continuous steady rain. It didn’t come. We were also promised a stiff breeze. We received that. It was to be cold. It was. 6 degrees centigrade to be precise.

Mrs Knight drove us to Ferndene Farm Shop. While I loaded the Modus with three bags of compost she entered the hut to pay for them and emerged with a tray of geraniums. And I had thought we were only going for compost.

There was much on display in the outside garden centre. Rows and rows of plants like pansies, pierises; heucheras, hottuynias, heathers; and cellophane swathed bouquets.

Numbers of people who had time in the day to shop wandered around making plant selections.

Jackie was one. She sought and found a suitable climbing rose.

Dead-heading Marguerites

The young woman from the sales department, who had been in shorts a couple of weeks ago, offered me the opinion that it was too cold for sandals (sans socks, you understand), upon which I stabbed the air with my right index finger and exclaimed vociferously “I always go into sandals at the first sign of summer and I am not going back to more suitable shoes just because we’re having a little blip. Brrr”. She suggested that the blog-bound photograph I would publish of her tidying up marguerites would make her famous.

New Forest Ice Cream sign

As it was a bit nippy I nipped back into the car while Jackie visited the shop for some carrots. Noticing the advertising sign beside the door I speculated internally that no-one would be buying ice cream today. As my lady returned to the driving seat she announced “I have bought some New Forest ginger ice cream”.

Just to be perverse, the sun crept out this evening, enough to brighten the garden.

We dined on Jackie’s succulent roast pork with perfect crisp crackling, Yorkshire pudding, mashed potato, ratatouille, runner beans, and carrots bought this morning. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I finished the merlot.

 

Before WordPress 5

Here is my Facebook Page from 30th April 2012, before I had found blogging:

This morning’s walk was an hour in Morden Hall Park. Lovely spring morning. Butterflies and a heron. I came across a woman struggling with a wheelie bag and two others. When I volunteered to help she was initially hesitant, but must have realised I wasn’t going to mug her and allowed me to carry her bags across the park. She finished by asking God to bless me. She was an immigrant from Congo.

This afternoon I did a supervision session.
Cooked lamb steaks.

Crow

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The apparel of the people in today’s photographs demonstrates that, although dry,  the day was once more cold and dismal.

Those walking along Mudeford quay or on the spit were well wrapped up.

We have never seen the water so low at this spot, where the burnt sienna of the exposed sandbank blended with the indigos of the Isle of Wight and The Needles.

It was Jackie who realised the purpose of the red and green buoys was to guide seafarers like these jet skiers, who obligingly arrived to prove her point, round the sandbank.

Gull with crab

A gull made off with a crab.

Not far from the quay is Avon Beach, where, again, those who had ventured onto the sands were swathed in warm clothing.

Crow

A menacing crow lurched awkwardly across the sand.

This evening we dined on a pepperoni pizza topped with additional cheese and tomato, accompanied by salad, with which I drank more of the merlot.

 

 

Before WordPress 4

This is my Facebook post from 29.4.12, before I had been pointed to this blog:

This weekend we are at my sister Elizabeth’s at West End near Southampton. The idea was to work on the garden, but, forget it. Wet, windy and woeful. Yesterday visited an antiques centre in Wickham, where I made a purchase which cannot be mentioned in case a certain party sees it. Margery, an artist friend of Elizabeth’s heard that I was unsuccessfully seeking out a book, ‘Portraits in Pastels’ which I had owned 30 years ago and given away. I want to get back into portraits. Margery has found the book!
In the evening back to Wickham for another curry at the Veranda.

Where Was Little Boy Blue?

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Today was another very dull one, but at least the heavily overcast clouds only dropped a little rain, and we managed a dry run into the forest.

 

Alongside Sowley Lane a rape field, determined to outclass MacDonald’s Golden Arches, curved round a sheep field newly fenced off with planted saplings against the backdrop of the Isle of Wight.

 

A troop of cyclists weaved their way around cattle grazing on the verges of the lane, its pools of rainwater reflecting the surrounding trees and bovine browsers.

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I know it is the wrong season, and the cows are on the verges, but I did wonder where was Little Boy Blue.

Garden view from kitchen

By the time we sat down to our evening meal, the sun shone across our garden view. We dined on Tesco’s finest fish pie accompanying Jackie’s finestest colourful ratatouille, runner beans, and cauliflower. I drank Casillero del Diablo Reserva Merlot 2017 and the Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden

Where To Hang Washing

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Steady rain today sent me to my colour slide archives, specifically to the Streets of London series from July 2005.

Museum Street WC1 7.05

Ruskin’s Café on the corner of Museum Street and Little Russell Street WC1 is a popular source of, among other meals, a good English breakfast. Imago Mundi, dealers in antique maps is no longer next door. The shop takes its name from the Babylonian Map of the World, the oldest such, residing in the British Museum around the corner. Are the couple in the foreground still together, I wonder?

Coptic Street WC1 7.05

I was intrigued by the collage of reflections in the windows of Konaki Greek Restaurant, a family run taverna in the parallel Coptic Street.

Wigmore Street WC1 7.05

Here is an extract from the website of the Cock and Lion in Wigmore Street, W1:

‘The Cock and Lion is on Wigmore Street just two minutes walk from the world famous Oxford Strret. Yet as soon as you enter its premises the first thing you notice is the ambience – something money can’t buy. The warm and inviting atmosphere is so apparent that you cannot help but grin on entering – a “must” for anybody from the local, to the business associate to family diners.

We are also uniquely situated on one of Londons most historic sites. This area was settled in Roman times and the corner of Wigmore Street and Marylebone lane beside the old River Tyburn. The river flows south from Hampstead through Marylebone and crosses Oxford Street near the bottom of Marylebone Lane, on it’s way down to the Thames. At the point where the river crosses Oxford Street was the village of Tyburn notorious from the 14th to 17th century for it’s connection with gallows. Boswell and Dr. Johnson would have visited this area as we know from their writing. Many infamous heads have rolled at these gallows including highwaymen, common miscreants and thieves, courtiers and clergy.’

Ossington Buildings W1 7.05

According to https://www.hdwe.co.uk/about-marylebone-history.aspx ‘The Ossington Buildings estate, off Moxon Street, was built between 1888 and 1892 to house some of the area’s working class poor, who had previously lived at the same site in miserable slum dwellings.’ Kay and Company have a two bedroomed much modernised flat currently on their site advertised at £745  per week.

Crinian Street N1

The rather new wall in Crinian Street N1, behind the hard-working gentleman sweltering on hardcore, has already been daubed upon.

Bingfield Street N1 7.05

Crumbles Castle free Adventure Playground must have been undergoing some construction work when I wandered past it, because it was barricaded off.

Gifford Street N1 7.05

The UK HQ of the International WOSEM Christ Apostolic Church has its accommodation in what must once have been an Anglican place of worship in Gifford Street N7;

Offord Road N1 7.05

whereas another church in Offord Road N1 now sells paint. The Transco sign at bottom left would suggest there had been a suspected gas leak.

Roman Way N1 7.05

Roman Pizza apparently serves pizza in the Roman Way.

St Clement's Street N7

During all the years I walked past this abandoned property on the corner of St Clement’s Street N7 on my way to Parents for Children, I never saw any activity there. I wonder what it is like today?

St Clement's Street N7

Jackie answered this question the next morning by doing the Google Walk.

Mecklenburgh Square WC1 7.05

Back in WC1, what looks like a purple towel provides a touch of colour to the facade of a building in Mecklenburgh Square;

Ampton Street WC1 7.05

and the resident of a property in Ampton Street dries washing on the windowsill.

This evening we dined on seconds of Jackie’s superb beef pie, creamy mashed potato, and crunchy carrots, cauliflower and broccoli. Jackie drank Peroni and I finished the Malbec.

 

 

Before WordPress 3

Here is my Facebook post from 27th April 2012, before I knew anything about blogging:

The rain having cleared, I had a very pleasant early evening walk to Wimbledon where I boarded a District Line tube train to Edgware Road for a meal with my friend Jessie at my most favourite restaurant. I have been a regular at The Akash in Edgware Road for 30 years now, visiting there sometimes once or twice a week. Now we don’t live or work in Central London any more I don’t go there very often, but still I never have to order a meal. They know what I want. The wall is decorated (if that’s the right word) with a framed photograph of Sam, still in his boat having just rowed the Atlantic. Majid, the manager, was as excited as the rest of us about the row.

Finished Farenheit 451. A great book which has justifiably stood the test of time – more philosophy than Sci Fi. Began Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale, which looks to be a worthy follow up.

Scrabble opponents from UK, Australia, Philippines, Nigeria and Japan.

The Skate Park

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Today was another featuring sunny intervals in cloudy skies. I began with a stroll round the garden where the latest opening rhododendron is progressing well.

Becky and Ian having stayed over, we all lunched at the Beachcomber in Barton on Sea.

The Solent’s waves were choppy; the Isle of Wight and The Needles were swathed in haze;

crows struggled against the blustery wind on the clifftop, and airborne alongside gulls.

This afternoon we took a trip to New Milton where Ian and I visited a solicitor for an executorship matter, while the ladies went shopping. Afterwards I sat on a bench in the Skate Park while Ian hunted for the shoppers.

Skate Park

Black- headed gulls scavenged on the grass against the backdrop of the distant mural;

a couple of young lads experimented with skateboards, until school was out when others joined them on bicycles.

This evening, before Becky and Ian returned home, we all dined on Jackie’s splendid beef pie, crunchy carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli, and creamy mashed potato. Becky and I drank more of the Malbec, Jackie drank Hoegaarden, and Ian, Peroni.

 

Before WordPress 2

My second Facebook diary page (26.4.2012), before progressing to WordPress:

Began the day, as usual, with an hour or so learning French vocabulary. Lunch with my friend Norman in Harlsden. Walked the first part of the journey from Morden to Colliers Wood through Morden Hall (National Trust) Park and along Merton’s Wandle Trail. Pissing with rain, it being London in April. A woman in Sainsbury’s gave me her place in the checkout queue because I only had a bottle of wine. That was nice. In the Park I met a former rugby prop forward and we chatted for a while in the pouring rain. What the hell, we were drenched anyway.

On the tube I noticed a young woman with an oval face and huge round specs. Surprisingly I thought they suited her face perfectly, so I told her. She was chuffed.
Read more of Farenheit 451. Did an evening telephone supervision session.
Today’s Scrabble with people in UK, South Africa, Singapore and Australia.
‘…..and so to bed’. Samuel Pepys eat your heart out.

Before WordPress 1

I had begun writing about my day on Facebook on 25th April 2012. This had been in response to pressure from family,  before I had ever heard about blogging. Here is my first effort:

At last, through playing World wide Scrabble, I’ve twigged how to operate this facility – or at least a bit of it! So, here goes: recent outings with Jackie include a trip to the National Theatre to see She Stoops to Conquer – an excellent performance of a very funny play by Oliver Goldsmith; and a fundraising qiz night for Merton Mind – our team was winning until the last round – James Bond films – we got 3/20!
18 months on from my hip replacement I am walking for an hour for most days.
Playing Scrabble with people all over the world I have made several good on-line friends and have learned, for example, from first hand experience of the Japanese tsunami.
My most recent crossword for the Independent newspaper was published this Monday.
Current reading includes Ray Bradbury’s Farenheit 451 and Flaubert’s Education Sentimentale in the original (be impressed, please).