The Chicken Roundabout

In writing of roundabouts yesterday I forgot to mention the other chicken roundabout I know.  This is situated on the A143 between Ditchinham in Norfolk and Bungay in Suffolk where my friend Don lives.  For many years it was home to a variety of feral chickens.  These consisted of many different varieties, some quite exotic. Continue reading “The Chicken Roundabout”

Roundabouts

Jackie and I had another drive into the Surrey countryside today, this time to Ockley for lunch at The King’s Arms where we had honeymooned in 1968. Whilst passing the roundabout just outside Dorking which bears a sculpture of a giant chicken, I was reminded of the roundabouts in France.  Certainly in the area IContinue reading “Roundabouts”

Chartwell

Today we had another family gathering, this time with Michael, Becky, and Matthew and their families.  We went to Winston Churchill’s former home, now a National Trust propery at Chartwell and afterwards to Michael’s for a meal involving starters of barbecued sausages followed by chicken, salads and finally Eton mess. A minor panic was calmed byContinue reading “Chartwell”

Trams And Trolley Buses

This morning the year’s new fox cubs were basking on the lawn with their mother, de-fleaing herself and looking more mangy than last year.  What they were basking in I am not sure, because there was no sun. After watching the foxes for a while (I almost wrote ‘intruders’, but the fact is we areContinue reading “Trams And Trolley Buses”

The Deen City Farm

This morning having been the one for bin collection, the foxes had created their usual mayhem on the lawn.  I do wish our neighbours would double-wrap or rinse their waste food products.  Before I could get to the rubbish someone had again cleared it up.  Was it our helpful stranger and her toddler assistant?  OrContinue reading “The Deen City Farm”

Susan’s Chicken

After another wet, wintry start to the day, by just before mid-day it had brightened up and I set off to the Civic Centre to take Jackie her lunch which she had left in the fridge. This decided the direction in which I would take my walk today and I headed on through Morden forContinue reading “Susan’s Chicken”

The Village Shop

Another fine spring day saw Jackie and me driving down to Upper Dicker in East Sussex for a family meal with our son Mathew and his wife Tess. In the sunlight the suburban roadside crop of dandelions rivalled the yellow splendour of the countryside’s fields of rape.  Trees were now fully plumed with fresh greenContinue reading “The Village Shop”