On The Brink Of May

Before watching the Women’s Six Nations rugby decider between England and France this afternoon I wandered around the garden to look at the flowers. Blossom cascades from two crab apple trees at the front, where pink climbing roses pink climbing roses cling to the trellis opposite the smiling pansies against the garage door. Libertia andContinue reading “On The Brink Of May”

A Better Perspective

Just before lunch I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2022/04/29/a-knights-tale-129-waiting-on-barbados-part-two/ After lunch we took the Barnes Lane route to Milford on Sea pharmacy where ferns unfurled by the roadside. Afterwards we continued into the forest On Lymore Lane Jackie parked beside this field of golden oilseed rape flanked by dandelions and cow parsley. Once I had produced my images,Continue reading “A Better Perspective”

A Knight’s Tale (129: Waiting On Barbados Part Two)

Here is a selection from a swimming trip in the waters of Port St Charles harbour: Louisa just had to join the turtles, like pebbles washed by tidal waters, the colours of their carapaces brightly contrasting with their natural element which reflected the skies above. In this last picture, Jessica’s toes curl at top left. On my ramblings around BarbadosContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (129: Waiting On Barbados Part Two)”

Across The Stream

On this overcast, somewhat warmer afternoon Jackie drove me to Puttles Bridge and back. From the carpark I crunched among the dropped pine cones and dried autumn leaves; thudded along the beaten track; slalomed around fallen, decaying, branches and tree trunks; and gingerly stepped over exposed, sometimes mossy, interwoven roots, alongside the still, silent, reflectingContinue reading “Across The Stream”

Death Is Now My Neighbour

I spent much of the day preparing and posting https://derrickjknight.com/2022/04/27/a-knights-tale-128-waiting-on-barbados-part-1/ The rest of my time was spent on reading the final 240 pages of. ‘Death is now my Neighbour’ by Colin Dexter. An Inspector Morse novel – one of those that spawned the long running BBC television Morse series starring John Thaw – this isContinue reading “Death Is Now My Neighbour”

A Knight’s Tale (128: Waiting On Barbados, Part 1)

During the few days waiting for Sam to arrive in Port St Charles, Barbados, and afterwards, I took the opportunity to roam the Island with my camera. Jessica, Louisa, and I began our stay in an hotel on the southern tip of the island, some miles from the finishing point, but soon transferred to join Chris,Continue reading “A Knight’s Tale (128: Waiting On Barbados, Part 1)”

Slaking Its Thirst

On another bright-sunny-cool afternoon I took a tour of the garden In the front crab apple blossom, and clematis Montana, the first accompanied by budding pink climbing roses, the second by hybrid bluebells. I made a number of images from upstairs, The views from the stable door and from the kitchen path towards the greenhouseContinue reading “Slaking Its Thirst”

A True Tale Of Love In Tonga

Last night I read ‘A True Tale of Love in Tonga’ by Robert Gibbings, and spent some time today scanning the dust jacket, the front and back boards; the Foreword; and the pages, which speak for themselves. Between bouts of scanning Jackie drove me into the forest, where I wandered among the gleaming golden gorseContinue reading “A True Tale Of Love In Tonga”

Translation

I have previously stressed the importance of the translator in a book rendered into English, or any other language for that matter. None more so than The Forest Giant by Adrien le Corbeau. Adrien le Corbeau is one of the pen-names of the Romanian born writer, Rudolf Bernhardt (1886-1932), who, writing in French entitled hisContinue reading “Translation”

Resisting The Spanish Invasion

This morning Jackie and I drove to our annual pilgrimage to Boldre’s Church Lane, with its high ancient hedgerows and its private bluebell woods. Banks and verges are now adorned, in addition to the bluebells, with white stitchworts, and yellow celandines and dandelions. Jackie and and I saw differing images in the gnarled bark ofContinue reading “Resisting The Spanish Invasion”