Highland Games

Late this morning we visited Mum in Woodpeckers where she continues to thrive. This time she availed herself of the blanket provided. Afterwards we drove into the forest for a picnic in the car. The day was cooler and overcast. From the bridge on Rhinefield Road I obtained enough light to photograph reflections in theContinue reading “Highland Games”

The Menagerist

In her Foreword to her ‘The Proud Tower’, Barbara W. Tuchman states that ‘this book is an attempt to discover the quality of the world from which the Great War came’. First published in 1966, this is largely a collection of previously published writings gathered together. The first, entitled, ‘The Patricians – England: 1895-1902’, describesContinue reading “The Menagerist”

Head To Head

On a bright, crisp, afternoon Jackie drove us to Bisterne Close, where she parked and sat in the car while I wandered into the forest with my camera, rustling the dried autumn leaves, across which the low sun cast long shadows. One lone cow wandered off into the distance. Golden gorse glowed; a few beechContinue reading “Head To Head”

Up The Lane

This morning I finished reading the justifiably Pulitzer Prize- (for Non-Fiction, 1963) winning work ‘The Guns of August’ (1962) by Barbara W. Tuchman. With painstaking research, shrewd judgement, and skilful prose, the author analyses and describes the first month of the First World War. We are so accustomed to books and films about the madnessContinue reading “Up The Lane”

Lucky For Pigs

On a gloomier and warmer afternoon than yesterday we took a drive into the forest. The pannage season has this year been extended into December. A group of snuffling, snorting, competitive, piglets on the muddy verge at Ibsley burrowed as far into the leafy coverlet as they could to emerge with acorns from the treeContinue reading “Lucky For Pigs”

Clogged Up With Visitors

This afternoon I printed photographs for Aaron, Mark, and Steve, of their tree-cutting work of three days ago. Some profile pictures are about to be changed. Late on a very dull afternoon we drove to Keyhaven to catch the last of the meagre light. There is so very little graffiti in the New Forest thatContinue reading “Clogged Up With Visitors”

Ninon Michaelis

The sun kept away today, and the cloud-wrapped air was mild. To increase seasonal confusion the winter flowering cherry has bloomed early and nudges crab apples normally stripped by blackbirds by now. This camellia is a very early spring bloomer, but never a November one. Fuchsias like Delta’s Sarah and Mrs Popple just go onContinue reading “Ninon Michaelis”

A Reflective Conversation

This morning Ronan of Tom Sutton Heating gave our boiler its annual service and investigated our inability to control the heating by thermostat. He found a piece of equipment was malfunctioning and will book in another visit to fix it. I didn’t really take in what it was. After lunch we drove to Elizabeth’s toContinue reading “A Reflective Conversation”

They Left Their Mark

We have an old saw that states “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight, red sky in the morning shepherd’s warning”. This certainly rang true today. Jackie had only a few minutes to photograph a rosy pink dawn. Afterwards there was barely a tinge left for Florence sculpture’s portrait. On this decidedly dank, dismal, day, Aaron,Continue reading “They Left Their Mark”

Communal Bath

Quite early this morning we drove to Mudeford to look at the sea. The sun briefly outlined the horizon; the waves were very choppy and determined to bubble over the wall onto the promenade. I needed to be unaccustomedly quick on my feet to keep them dry, whereas a reflecting fisherman just paddled patiently. AsContinue reading “Communal Bath”